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...of mine have been giving me a hard time lately.
They think I'm totally nuts, adding yet another cat, and this one a Bengal. They think I'm even MORE nuts, showing them the videos of Nial's cats on the giant cat wheel, and talking about having one built.
They look at me like I have three heads, and ask me what is it about the cats - maybe I need mental help or something.
And these are long-time friends, who have seen me through quite a bit over the years. I was always a bird-owner, but suddenly, within the space of two years, I have three cats. Well, two, but it will be three on the 25th.
My standard responses? They make me HAPPY. They bring me real joy, and I love to love them.
I get weird looks in response to my responses, of course, so next I will say, "Is there something wrong with me being happy? I'm not hurting anyone, I can support and take care of them - what's the problem?"
My non-cat loving friends then shrug
and roll their eyes at each other, laughing at me. But they love me enough to put up with SOME of my gushing about my furbabies.
I guess I'll have to continue to consider them "good" friends.
They think I'm totally nuts, adding yet another cat, and this one a Bengal. They think I'm even MORE nuts, showing them the videos of Nial's cats on the giant cat wheel, and talking about having one built.
They look at me like I have three heads, and ask me what is it about the cats - maybe I need mental help or something.
My standard responses? They make me HAPPY. They bring me real joy, and I love to love them.
I get weird looks in response to my responses, of course, so next I will say, "Is there something wrong with me being happy? I'm not hurting anyone, I can support and take care of them - what's the problem?"
My non-cat loving friends then shrug