Sorry, I kind of have a thing for Tom Jones.
Never in my life would I have considered myself a cat person. I'm too edgy and hard to love cats man. Cat people are middle aged lonely ladies who knit and watch the Lifetime channel, right? WRONG!
My friend's sister had two kitties and was going to Australia for a year. She needed someone to take the cats while she was gone. I decided that was totally something I could do. I've had them since July and I've fallen madly in love with them. But I've also kept in my mind that these are not my kitties, so have been able to keep a healthy attitude about giving them back in a while.
If I see grown ups being mean to each other I kind of just smirk and think, "Oh people." But if I see someone being harsh to a child or an animal, old Melanie who used to knock out people's teeth comes to the forefront. I simply don't ever want to comprehend what would make someone able to abuse a small child or an animal. I know I should care about the abuse of adults too, but I guess I just figure they can defend themselves better. Oh, and don't get me started on elderly abuse. I will seriously land back in jail. I will cut you. It might be with a spork, but it will be a cut just the same.
So back to kitties: their names are Roxy and Molly. Roxy is a large kitty princess who is half siamese with somewhat crossed eyes. Every time she looks at me I giggle a little inside. I also have her on weight control food. When I got her she was 21 pounds. Yes, I know she's not my cat. But I also know she has trouble cleaning herself and breathes heavy, so to me it would be abuse not to monitor her weight and try to get it to a more healthy level. I even took her to the vet to see if she was okay at this weight, as I am a chubby gal in good health. I thought maybe there could be a chubby kitty in good health too. Not so much. Molly is a skinny stripey gal who just now got off my lap. She sleeps on my legs or touching me in some way. She is also one of those crazy bastards who with no warning, will take off full sprint and run around the house for 30 seconds, until she just stops again for no reason and goes about her business. For this reason I joke that she is crazy just like me.
They were indoor outdoor cats with their family, but I tried to let them out here and they came in to contact with one of the neighborhood ferals and haven't been back out since, which is okay with me. They've destroyed a beautiful antique dresser by scratching, and have kind of tore up my favorite couch, but whatever. One of the OCD things I'm working on is that "things are just things" and they don't have to be perfect.
If Roxy stretches out, the bitch takes up half the couch.
I saw Molly doing this and laughed for a half hour on and off. No joke. Part of me thought, "It's the world's laziest Superman pose!" Then my mind went to the scene in Trainspotting where he's overdosed and is sinking in to the carpet and I started singing, "It's such a perfect day. I'd like to spend it with youuuuuuu." I know, I'm sick.