The more things change, the more they stay the same. These past few days have pretty much sucked for a couple of reasons. The situation with my wife and my cat Abby has come down to the decision that I can’t keep my wife and Abby without life being extremely stressful and unpleasant. We get angry with each other every single night because of the cat.
Basically, Becky doesn’t like pets in general, and Abby pushes her buttons just being here. She has gone from being very supportive when our kids offered her as a fathers day gift and I first brought her home, to complete indifference and anger every time she does something she doesn’t like, which is all the time.
I’ve worked with Abby on her behavior and she’s a very nice kitty, but that’s the problem, she’s still a kitten. We play fetch several times a day, we have a routine for her food, her litter box, which I clean every single day. Her “box” is in the bathtub in the other bathroom, so it’s hidden and her digging to china doesn’t end up on the floor.
I let her go out into the garage to explore and do “kitty” stuff since our place is pretty small for a growing kitty. At night, we play with her wand toys or her shoelaces until she decides it’s time for bed. Then she jumps on my lap and curls up on my chest.
We had a discussion a few nights ago, and weighed the pros and cons of having a young kitty in our place and in our life, and I (we) came to the conclusion that she’s too disruptive and too nosey to continue living with us. She jumps up on everything she can reach, which drives Becky crazy and sometimes annoys me. But I simply put her down and tell her “no”, which works 90% of the time. I know she still does it while we’re either sleeping or not at home. Becky thinks giving her a “time out” in the office for 5 minutes will teach her not to do it, but every time I’d open the door to let her out, she’s perched on top of the 6 foot tall pantry in the office.
I think it’s pretty funny, but I don’t tell Becky that.
So as hard as this is, I have to find her a new home(fuck). I’ve tried to contact a local cat adoption service, but they haven’t returned my email yet. The local no kill humane society will take her, but only when they have more room, so I’m on their waiting list. They also want a $75.00 donation when/if Becky takes her there, I can’t do it. It’s too fucking hard for me to just drive over there and just give her away.
We’re going to tell our kids and their spouses tomorrow, I’m hoping one of them knows someone who could/would take her and give her a new home. That’s all I want, is for her to go to a good home with more room and maybe even a new brother or sister to play with.
I’m also donating her 2 kitty perches, all of her food, even her cat carrier.
I’m done with this, I won’t go through this ever again, having to lose my best friend and companion. My last cat Molly died less than a week after my older sister Susan died in august '20. That day was the closest I’ve ever come to completely losing it, and I’m afraid of that happening again.
On a lighter note, the other reason I’m writing this is because of something that happened yesterday. Our son-in-law came over yesterday to help me put up a new set of blinds in the office window, the original ones were falling apart. My wife has moved all of her clothes and shoes in there so she can get dressed and get ready for work with the door closed and keep Abby out of her “stuff”.
He brought the grandkids with him so we could visit, and when we were done and they were getting ready to leave, our youngest granddaughter Nora was sitting at the dining room table and I was in the kitchen. When we were saying goodbye, our 3 year old granddaughter looked at me and said"grandpa, Jesus is real, why don’t you believe in him?" Really? A 3 year old?
When I didn’t answer and looked at him, all he could say is “she cares”.
Now I’m hearing this bullshit from a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Jesus fucking christ, how am I supposed to respond to something like that without blowing our family apart?
I love my family, but sometimes I wonder. I’m thinking about going all in on my Satanic/Atheist beliefs and ordering some occult jewelry from a website dedicated to Wiccan/Satanic practitioners. I wonder how they’d react if I showed up to one of our family gatherings wearing an inverted crucifix and/or sigil of Lucifer necklace, or even one of the Norse tree of creation (Yggdrasil) pendants that haven’t seen the light of day for years?
(sorry for the long message)