The cat and I are at war. He needs to learn to be alone for a bit without crying, or to sleep longer. I cannot keep waking up at 3am to move him to my room, and then at listen to him meow for hours and hours. I'm going to go crazy. I didn't even try to get back to sleep today, hence why I'm up at 0640 on my first Monday in a LONG time in which I didn't have PT.
Basically this morning I had a friend send me like a bagillion sad pictures. Thank you mam, but you, faithful readers, will only get the cream of the crop.
I hope this expands when I upload it, because it doesn't really do it justice in the small format. It's just a very very sad and cute picture, it makes me cry a little. Kinda says something, that picture.
This picture is so telling that it's not even funny. He (I imagine) is just protecting her (once again, just guessing) from the highway traffic. He probably doesn't even understand that she's dead, all he knows is that she's there and not moving and these things can hurt her, and no one is going to get near. He always stands in the way of the cars, never on the far side.
And what are people doing? Taking pictures. They don't even stop the traffic for just a moment of decency to get them out of the way. They can't get them to safety. No, they take pictures.
I hate people, I really do.
Yay for hopeful kitty!
I've got a few more, but that's all for now,
Angel
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