There are times in your life when you can no longer deny who you are.
This week has been one of those weeks for me. I have had to come to terms with the fact that I am in fact difficult to live with. I have been in denial for years. I really do not know when I started lying to myself. It was most likely my teenage years. Teenagers are full of secrets, lies, and crazy ass feelings.
You are probably thinking what happened this week to make you come this shocking and life changing decision. Well we had to put the cat on prozac. The vet says she is so stressed out from all of us that is why she has lost her mind.
What is it that I am doing to drive this cat crazy?
So I have come up with some possibilites:
1. My nightly dance parties
2. My wild book club meetings
3. My preference for dogs over cats
4. The room I gave her in the house isn’t big enough
5. The clothes I wear hurt her eyes
It could be anything. I guess I will never know.
But at least for now she is one happy little kitty.
“MY CAT ON PROZAK”
Now, THAT is the title to a children’s book if ever i heard one….Get writing NC 🙂
I hear getting to children’s books is next to impossible. However, I have achieved harder things.
ok…I’ll look for it at the bookstore. Oh…wait….that closed down…
I fear me and my kindle have contributed to that. Whoops.
I would totally read “My Cat’s On Prozac” – to myself AND to my children…lol
All I need to do now is find a children’s book agent. Oh and write the book.
Change for a better? Don’t live in denial, that’s what people always say. Life is not bed of roses, to me personally, I’d rather been face with the truth, nothing but the truth, rather than be lied to, worst Betrayed.
Me too !
When our dog needed drugs to overcome separation anxiety, we determined that he wasn’t actually MISSING us as much as being driven insane by the screaming, running, and general chaos every time we need to get our crap together and leave the house. Poor dog.
I’m glad I am not the only one.
i think its the room…u know pets have tendency of liking n disliking their owners on d basis of the space given to them…my dog makes weird faces if i do not give him enuf space on the bed…so i have to clear all my stuff for him..he likes when he has the whole bed to him ..even if he just has to sleep in the corner… 😉
It could be the room. I do store stuff in there.
I too am hard to live with. I am reminded of this every evening when my cat decides to cuddle up with my roommate instead of me. He has even taken to referring to her as “our cat”. But she still sleeps with me every night, so I guess I’ll do in a pinch. 😛
Ooh that is a tough one. Good thing she still sides with you at night.
Does she have a high place in the house she can escape to? That often helps.
I too would read a book called My Cat on Prozac. It’s an excellent idea.
I have got to get on that book. There isn’t a high place. That is a great idea.
No, in fact, ppl who believe they are easy to live with are impossible. There is no their there. You are what you are — who cares? In fact, no one.