Serius
Beyond Godlike
Ok that’s not exactly true, nobody hates me exactly and I don’t really hate cats, but here’s what happened.
I am allergic to cats, if someone asks I just say I hate them but it’s more complicated then that, I don’t touch them or get close to them because they make me have an asthma attack and die, really I feel indifferent to them as long as they keep away from me.
We had a cat, she was a cute little thing, very friendly and unlike her predecessors [we have had cats before] she understood not to jump on me, she didn’t put fur on the furniture, she spent a lot of time outside and over all I was basically indifferent to her because she had not much of a negative impact on my health compared to how bad it could have been
[Like with the other cats who pissed on my stuff, frequently found their way into my room and slept on my pillow, clawed the shit out of the furniture and put fur all over it, basically made my life hell]
Here’s the thing she’s only 2 years old, she got run over on the weekend and I don’t know how to feel about it. The rest of the family have been very upset, my sister came down from Sydney to bury her etc, and here I am basically standing there feeling like a douchebag because I have no bad feelings about it. Then the family turns on me, saying what would I care because I hated her anyway etc [not true, I just don’t like cats, as far as cats go she was ok]
The thing is, I did have a kind of relationship with this cat, because I stay up late I was often the only one who could let her out or back inside when it was cold, when I was get snacks I would throw her some meat and she was an excellent mouser, because I live downstairs there’s always been a bit of a mouse problem and she often stayed down with me to catch them, kind of protecting me I guess and I think she liked me because I paid attention to things she might need and I miss her.
So I am confused about my feelings here and I've got nobody to talk to because I am the "hates cats" guy and all my family are being cold to me and my friends are making dead cat jokes. She was a very friendly cat and while I am nowhere near as upset as the rest of my family I did enjoy her company and she didn’t deserve to die and I miss her.
Goodbye Cleo, you were a good pet and the closest any cat has ever come to being my friend.
I am allergic to cats, if someone asks I just say I hate them but it’s more complicated then that, I don’t touch them or get close to them because they make me have an asthma attack and die, really I feel indifferent to them as long as they keep away from me.
We had a cat, she was a cute little thing, very friendly and unlike her predecessors [we have had cats before] she understood not to jump on me, she didn’t put fur on the furniture, she spent a lot of time outside and over all I was basically indifferent to her because she had not much of a negative impact on my health compared to how bad it could have been
[Like with the other cats who pissed on my stuff, frequently found their way into my room and slept on my pillow, clawed the shit out of the furniture and put fur all over it, basically made my life hell]
Here’s the thing she’s only 2 years old, she got run over on the weekend and I don’t know how to feel about it. The rest of the family have been very upset, my sister came down from Sydney to bury her etc, and here I am basically standing there feeling like a douchebag because I have no bad feelings about it. Then the family turns on me, saying what would I care because I hated her anyway etc [not true, I just don’t like cats, as far as cats go she was ok]
The thing is, I did have a kind of relationship with this cat, because I stay up late I was often the only one who could let her out or back inside when it was cold, when I was get snacks I would throw her some meat and she was an excellent mouser, because I live downstairs there’s always been a bit of a mouse problem and she often stayed down with me to catch them, kind of protecting me I guess and I think she liked me because I paid attention to things she might need and I miss her.
So I am confused about my feelings here and I've got nobody to talk to because I am the "hates cats" guy and all my family are being cold to me and my friends are making dead cat jokes. She was a very friendly cat and while I am nowhere near as upset as the rest of my family I did enjoy her company and she didn’t deserve to die and I miss her.
Goodbye Cleo, you were a good pet and the closest any cat has ever come to being my friend.
thats the real issue imo
