
mlmc045
Member
- Dec 6, 2020
- 87
My parents never let me get a cat growing up, but they softened after my first (failed
) suicide attempt at the start of this year. I got a hamster in February and he was a great lockdown buddy until he passed at the end of August, I still miss him sometimes. I was gifted a kitten in early November by a friend and it’s been SO wonderful generally. On my worse days, I feel nothing towards her or even despise her for existing/the responsibility (she’s actually very low maintenance). Then I feel really guilty about it and try to make it up to her, even though she probably didn’t notice. She is the light of my life (I would put a picture but it feel identifiable, as if this story isn’t hahaha). She looks like postman pat’s cat. She’s really sweet, affectionate and often naughty. Currently napping on my window sill enjoying my sunshine. I think she can tell when I’m particularly sad, as she comes to comfort me. My family adore her, even my parents which surprised me a little, and I feel confident I could CTB and she would be loved and well looked after