cats, anxiety, nostalgia (+)
Someone on Twitter was asking for kitten pics so I went through my directory and ran across a bunch of snapshots of Snowy and Liv... and reminded myself we SAVED. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. those precious kittens. We've saved like five cats from the brink of death. One night of 28 degree weather is not going to stop us from saving more. We have materials, we have plans, we just have to convince ONE shy kitty to snuggle up in the shelter we make and the rest can just come visit. We've got this. We're gonna get GOOD at this. Everything's going to be OK.
In fact, I get a certain amount of volunteer time off from work, and I've been REAL tempted -- once it warms up and COVID stuff improves a little -- to start working for one of the Trap-Neuter-Rescue agencies and REALLY up my cat-saving game.
You hear that, Dirty 88? I hear you all mewling down at that parking garage. You're saying "SNIP ME, PLEASE SNIP ME." And you will be snipped. And every cat on earth will be a tiny bit happier for it.
re: cats, anxiety, nostalgia (+)
The above tweet reads as a little self-congratulatory now and I realized I skipped a major part of the context: I kinda needed to remind myself that I panicked like 10 times worse -- y'all saw it in realtime -- over those kittens, every day for three months. So taking a moment to meditate on that was really therapeutic. Everything turned out VERY okay with Liv and Snowy, S+ best ending, so... yeah. I should really try to convince my brain to let me relax a little.
