I'm in the mood for some warm fuzzies. SO.
I moved out for the first time in June. It was new and exciting and surprisingly very, very hard to suddenly be alone all the time. In my 21 years of life I've always been around people and animals at home. And then, bam. I was alone. And for the first time in my life I ended up in this sad, dark, icky place where I was angry all the time. I love alone time. But constant alone time just didn't sit well with me. This went on for about a month, and then I woke up one morning and drove straight to the Detroit humane society. An hour after being there I adopted a kitten. He's a dark, dark grey tabby. Almost solid grey except for the stripes on his tail. His name is Atticus.
And I love. him. so. much. SO. MUCH.
I love him so much it confuses me. I've had animals my whole life, and I have loved all of them, but I am OBSESSED with this cat. I think a part of it is that he's the companion I really needed, and a part of it is that I've never had a pet that was completely and wholly my own. I mean, he's also my boyfriend's cat. Boyfriend moves in next week. Atticus loves us both. But Atticus likes me better. Don't tell boyfriend. It's a secret.
I honestly care more about this cat than I do some of my friends. It's bananas. I have never loved an animal this much before. Like, WOW, do I love him. Even if he does hide my makeup brushes and fall in the toilet more than any cat should.
Have you had this before with an animal? What kind? What was their name?
Please tell me about your pets I love them so much.
Dogs are great, too. My parents have two yellow labs. One is a genius devil doggo and the other is a happy idiot. It works.
I love all of the kitties and puppers and animals. All animals are great. Except for wasps. Screw wasps.
I moved out for the first time in June. It was new and exciting and surprisingly very, very hard to suddenly be alone all the time. In my 21 years of life I've always been around people and animals at home. And then, bam. I was alone. And for the first time in my life I ended up in this sad, dark, icky place where I was angry all the time. I love alone time. But constant alone time just didn't sit well with me. This went on for about a month, and then I woke up one morning and drove straight to the Detroit humane society. An hour after being there I adopted a kitten. He's a dark, dark grey tabby. Almost solid grey except for the stripes on his tail. His name is Atticus.
And I love. him. so. much. SO. MUCH.
I love him so much it confuses me. I've had animals my whole life, and I have loved all of them, but I am OBSESSED with this cat. I think a part of it is that he's the companion I really needed, and a part of it is that I've never had a pet that was completely and wholly my own. I mean, he's also my boyfriend's cat. Boyfriend moves in next week. Atticus loves us both. But Atticus likes me better. Don't tell boyfriend. It's a secret.
I honestly care more about this cat than I do some of my friends. It's bananas. I have never loved an animal this much before. Like, WOW, do I love him. Even if he does hide my makeup brushes and fall in the toilet more than any cat should.
Have you had this before with an animal? What kind? What was their name?
Please tell me about your pets I love them so much.
Dogs are great, too. My parents have two yellow labs. One is a genius devil doggo and the other is a happy idiot. It works.
I love all of the kitties and puppers and animals. All animals are great. Except for wasps. Screw wasps.
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