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- Sep 18, 2015
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I have always been a cat lady since I was a small kid. Growing up I had cat calenders, cat posters, cat notebooks, you name it. My first cat I asked for at the age of 5 after wishing on a star for a cat. That is one of my first memories haha... Thereafter I always had a cat that I took care of on my own while the rest of my family preferred dogs and considered me weird for liking them so much. Over the years I've always saved the ones I could and found them homes.
Now I am 30. Four years ago my boyfriend and I adopted his mom's 3 year old cat. Then after a year we adopted a kitten, then another kitten to keep that kitten company. Now they are big happy boys. Three was a good sized cat family for us. But then my step-grandmother went to a nursing home and nobody would take her senior cat because he was not litter box trained and he was very malnourished and angry. So of course I took him in. Now he is very, very happy. About 8 months later two kittens were found in the barn and woods outside our home. So we took them in. I find it so amusing how they all relate and how the dynamics change with each new addition. I guess that's the biggest joy for me in my life.
My boyfriend's mom got a new kitten and when he had behavior problems we took him in. He still has behavior problems like trying to run outside at all times and he will growl for no reason and he cannot eat near any of the other cats. But then he will be the sweetest cat ever sometimes, and he gets along well with the others (except at dinner). I love him too.
Anyway I guess my reason for writing is that now it has kind of turned into an addiction for me and I think I'm filling a sort of void in my life. Because I am an artist who has lost my passion for the most part, and I spend all of my time sweet talking my cats and procrastinating. It has turned into a problem because the other day I saw an ad on craigslist for a free cat close to my house and so I went and brought it home (in my mind it was a dire situation, and he was definitely headed for the pound). And although I love this new cat I feel sort of bad about it because it may be too much. I now have 8 cats. They are all vetted and well fed and happy. But I can't stop looking at cats at the shelters or craigslist. I want to save them all. There was a cat outside of the gas station and both my boyfriend and I had to talk each other out of taking it home because it was malnourished and flea-ridden.
I don't consider myself a hoarder whatsoever, I mean I keep a clean house and my cats are well cared for. But with the last addition I feel a little bit sad and guilty about it. I spend almost all of my time with my cats, like I said they are the greatest joy in my life. But I am only 30, and I have no life outside of them.
Any thoughts? Am I crazy or is this just who I am? Everything kind of spiraled out from the first cat, and now I am thinking of my future and I need a better plan than just becoming a cat lady. But like I said I do consider them my family and now I will have 8 forever. I just want to stop needing more.
Now I am 30. Four years ago my boyfriend and I adopted his mom's 3 year old cat. Then after a year we adopted a kitten, then another kitten to keep that kitten company. Now they are big happy boys. Three was a good sized cat family for us. But then my step-grandmother went to a nursing home and nobody would take her senior cat because he was not litter box trained and he was very malnourished and angry. So of course I took him in. Now he is very, very happy. About 8 months later two kittens were found in the barn and woods outside our home. So we took them in. I find it so amusing how they all relate and how the dynamics change with each new addition. I guess that's the biggest joy for me in my life.
My boyfriend's mom got a new kitten and when he had behavior problems we took him in. He still has behavior problems like trying to run outside at all times and he will growl for no reason and he cannot eat near any of the other cats. But then he will be the sweetest cat ever sometimes, and he gets along well with the others (except at dinner). I love him too.
Anyway I guess my reason for writing is that now it has kind of turned into an addiction for me and I think I'm filling a sort of void in my life. Because I am an artist who has lost my passion for the most part, and I spend all of my time sweet talking my cats and procrastinating. It has turned into a problem because the other day I saw an ad on craigslist for a free cat close to my house and so I went and brought it home (in my mind it was a dire situation, and he was definitely headed for the pound). And although I love this new cat I feel sort of bad about it because it may be too much. I now have 8 cats. They are all vetted and well fed and happy. But I can't stop looking at cats at the shelters or craigslist. I want to save them all. There was a cat outside of the gas station and both my boyfriend and I had to talk each other out of taking it home because it was malnourished and flea-ridden.
I don't consider myself a hoarder whatsoever, I mean I keep a clean house and my cats are well cared for. But with the last addition I feel a little bit sad and guilty about it. I spend almost all of my time with my cats, like I said they are the greatest joy in my life. But I am only 30, and I have no life outside of them.
Any thoughts? Am I crazy or is this just who I am? Everything kind of spiraled out from the first cat, and now I am thinking of my future and I need a better plan than just becoming a cat lady. But like I said I do consider them my family and now I will have 8 forever. I just want to stop needing more.