One week from today will mark the two month mark that Andy walked out the door and I’m sure that one day I’ll look up and realize that I haven’t counted the days in a while because it doesn’t matter anymore, but that day hasn’t come yet so the numbers are still adding up on the calendar.
Meanwhile, in the thriving metropolis that is Gray, Georgia, loneliness abounds and I acquired two kittens. I will save you guys from the vomit inducing cuteness and refrain from taking videos every available moment of something as insignificant as the first time one of them used the litter box in their new home, but please be advised that there may be pictures in the future that absolutely no one cares about BUT me because there are still fleeting moments that the loneliness takes over and I simply MUST do something to distract myself.
This is why women become crazy cat ladies. This is also why said crazy cat ladies are able to convince themselves that everyone in the free world loves her kitties to the same level of psychotic obsession that she does and can’t understand why Animal Control thinks that her home has turned into a health hazard just because she has a grand total of 46 cats and some of them like to sleep in the kitchen sink.
She just thought the cats were keeping her company because she felt so lonely after her heart was shattered by the man that she thought she loved. The cats love her. The cats will never leave her for another owner, and if they do, well, she’s got 45 more of them to make up for it. At least one of them will always share her bed and they will all BEG her to fix their dinner every day. They won’t complain if she doesn’t wash the dishes, and none of them will really care if she doesn’t fix her hair or even get dressed that day.
Really, being a crazy cat lady isn’t so hard to understand. Especially if you’ve experienced a broken heart.
At this point you’re probably thinking that I miss Andy and wish he would come back to me. You’d be wrong. Given the fact that one week after he left, he’d picked up his married hussy girlfriend and the two of them spent the day with his parents, there’s no telling what all he’s done with her over the course of the last two months and I’d rather keep the sexually transmitted diseases to a minimum in my own body.
I hear that herpes is a dirty bitch.
So for now, I will be content with my Grey’s Anatomy marathons, days and days of needlepoint, and loving on my two new babies, Oscar and Mia. Because they loved me instantly, and all it took was a nuzzle under the chin.
