Do you want to experience cute kitty overload? Well then click here or here. Not enough cute kitty overload? Never fear … Anders Viklund has hundreds and hundreds more photos of the sweetest and puffiest kitties ever. There’s even an entirely too cute video at YouTube of one of these kittens having a really hard time staying awake. Kitten lovers beware … it’s just too adorable. :sweety:
Yes I know it’s almost four in the morning, and I am sitting at the computer looking at photos of other people’s cats. I can’t sleep, and I can’t look at photos of Fuzza without having a mental breakdown, so … I’m adoring all the precious kitties out on the internet. A person could spend hours looking at them all.
Oh wait, I have spent hours looking at them. I guess maybe it’s time for bed.
I keep saying that, but I haven’t actually gotten up and done anything about it … like move towards the bedroom or put on my nightclothes. I guess I’m just dreading sleep, but a person has to sleep sometime. It’s strange, normally when I am depressed, it’s impossible to get me to stay awake. Not this time … maybe because my napping buddy isn’t around anymore.
Oh dammit. Now I thought too much about it and upset myself again. I guess I better go look at some more kittens and cats. :(
When are we getting his ashes back?! I know it’s only been a week, but I’m having panic attacks that they lost him or something. Ugh. I miss my cat. Ashes in an urn will be a poor replacement, but maybe having them will help? I still don’t know.
It took a couple of weeks at least before I got my cat’s ashes back. I know it seemed like a while, but when the day came and they called me, I wasn’t sure I was ready. I went ahead and picked them up the day they called me, of course, but as soon as I got back into my car with them, I broke down in tears. I felt I had been doing well not crying for several days and picking up his ashes made me emotional again.
But when I got them home and placed where I wanted, I felt better because he was home, at least. Now every once in a while, I’ll stop and touch the urn with his ashes and talk to him, as though his spirit is around to listen to my babbling. I guess it’s just a comfort to know he’s home and if we ever move, he can come with us.
I was patting myself on the back yesterday for not breaking down into a fit of sobbing at any given moment with no notice, but as soon as I realized I had missed theh vet’s call, that started up all over again. I imagine when I go over there today, I’ll have to sit in the car a while before heading home. I think once I get the urn set where I want it and get used to it being there, I’ll actually be better about it all.
Though this morning when I was fixing the bed, I had to straighten the foam pad, and I saw where he’d left claw marks in it from jumping up on the bed at the same spot all the time. That led to a little sobbing. I’m trying to convince Lin to drive us over there or go get them himself, but it seems neither of us really want to go do it, even though we do. We’ve both been doing pretty good at adjusting, and this is bound to stir it all up again.
Though I keep telling myself it’s only been a week, so it’s perfectly OK to still be really upset about it. It seems like it’s been longer than a week really. Stress always messes with my ability to judge the passing of days.
It IS perfectly OK to still be upset. I still get sad looking at my cat’s pictures or my dog’s pictures. I just try to remember the good times I had with them. I think you’ll feel better after you get his ashes home. For me, I think it was a type of ‘closure’ that I needed.