Caterwauling

I only met J. once, at a beachside memorial ceremony.

I was friends with his mom. I hadn’t seen her for a while before that. Sadly, I haven’t seen her much after that, either. But wow, was this a momma who loved her only son.

I don’t know how she’s alive right now. I really don’t. How much can one human be expected to take?

The world isn’t big enough to hold the best of us. It’s like God likes to ensure that the angel-to-asshole ratio remains at a constant 1-to-1.

Another sweet light turned off too soon.

I hope I’m not writing about my friend next.

In person wedding.

Online memorial.

Another death I can’t wrap my head around.

Holidays, man.

I know today’s full moon in Leo can be an emotional one. (Since when are Lions emotional?) But, damn.

I went to the pet store last night, as one does 10 times a week with all the little befanged and toofless mouths one feeds three times a day.

As always, I checked in on Caleb and Piper.

Only … Piper was gone and Caleb wouldn’t even look up at me the three times I passed by.

These two have been in my heart since some twits failed to adopt Caleb away from the brother with whom he was bonded.

Every subsequent visit, those two cuddle bugs were wrapped up in each other in a small carrier.

I couldn’t believe someone didn’t grab them both. But then again, we are in the store because we already have our own zoos at home.

Now it was Piper with the unusual markings who has a new home, and sweet Caleb was without someone to love in a cold cage under bright lights.

I tell my good kitties Cocoa and Bella to be grateful that Magic is such a handful. Because I love me a good gray kitty and I would have plunked down whatever it takes to give him a home.

Seriously, who breaks up bonded pairs? Who LETS them? Is it the rescue that sponsors them? Is it the kids who run the store? Or am I just too sensitive and we should be grateful that at least one has humans to call his own?

Everything I’ve seen so far this season looks funereal in comparison to this compilation.

I wonder why? Oh wait.

I figured folx would be enjoying this beautiful weekend.

Turns out they’re scouring the intarwebz, trying to find threats in sincere observations that they scold everyone then make dumb decisions of their own.

The sad part is they will claim their delicate constitutions are under verbal siege. And they will be taken at their word salad.

Go fly a kite. Or ride a bike. And try not to read into yet another sincere wish that you simply go 15 minutes without saying something a normal human would regret.

Sometimes people spout “what goes around, comes around” to remind themselves and others to behave.

That’s so base.

I’ve always said that what goes around kicks someone else in the ass who doesn’t deserve it.

I knew a guy named Jimmy. The man might have had five grandmothers. At least, judging by the five times he said he couldn’t make it to a function because his grandmother died.

That sleazy shitbag just lost his brother. A guy so beloved that there are newspaper articles written about him in two states right now.

Jimmy probably isn’t smart enough to think about how no one would miss him after all the dastardly shit he did.

But I know.

There was a terrible episode of “My 600-Pound Life” on last night. Lisa E. She whined and complained and martyred herself. Yet Dr. Now kissed her oversized ass in a way he doesn’t do with people who are COMMITTED to and SUCCESSFUL with their weight-loss journey.

I felt particularly bad for Lisa’s boyfriend Randy. I could tell within two minutes of watching the show that her shitty karma would be the end of him.

Randy caught Covid — I imagine that was from running to the grocery store to buy cases of pop and chips and cookies for her. And he died from its complications. Meanwhile she got Covid and lost 127 pounds.

Bitch.

Randy was a sad figure too because he was on oxygen and he had to sleep on the corner of their full bed with no sheets. She took up 3/4 of the bed.

He always curled up fully clothed on that cruddy bare mattress in their one-room house. It was a heartbreak and a mindfuck.

It never occurred to Lisa that her absolute shit personality was going to be the end of him.

There’s someone else whose viciousness is going to bring some not-so-good fortune to someone. And like Lisa E., they will hoist their ass on the cross and cry victim.

There was a person who said I wished for their death. They also said I criticized their mother.

Which … never once did I say anything about anything terrible befalling them. In public OR private.

I do not know where this evidence is, by the way — I asked to see it. Because I don’t tempt fate like that. And they know it.

No one ever produced it. Go figure.

I know that my actions stand to affect the person most important to me … NOT me.

So this person should be warned that this whole “I’m rubber, you’re glue” shit doesn’t mean it will stick to them, but rather go hurtling like a meteor at someone far more pure.

In any event, RIP “D.” One of three heart attacks in our extended circle in the last couple weeks. You deserved better.

Most of the great ones do.

The full moon in Cancer happened on Jan. 17.

Always an important day in history for me. It saw some stellar people brought into this world.

It also brought a full emotional release and restart for those willing to accept it.

For me, that release came a couple days later.

I was holding on to an illusion about something. Someone.

In any event, this is a chapter that has refused to close naturally.

But it becomes clearer with each day that resolution isn’t impossible — it’s just not wanted.

And even though it is not my responsibility or even within my power, it’s an amusing nuisance that’s got to go.

That’s all it will ever be.

Maybe that’s all it ever was.

I ducked into Pet Supermarket for a minute tonight. Since they don’t advertise on Fox News like Petsmart/Chewy.

There are always kittens available for adoption from Peggy Adams.

Today I stopped to say hi to two cuddle bugs, curled up together in a tiny crate.

I wished my babies liked each other that much.

Then I heard a couple barrel up behind me. They said loudly, “We are here for Caleb.” I guess they thought I was going to adopt him.

I wasn’t sure who Caleb was. This is a triple-decker cat cage. The two bonded brothers were in the center.

I walked away and heard the store worker say, “You brought your cat?”

“Yep! We want to see how he and Caleb get along.”

I thought damn that’s weird. What if their cat wasn’t vaxxed? Then I remembered that we are in the third yer of a pandemic and realized no one gives a fuck about that sort of thing.

In any event, I watched them hold their little orange kitty into the cage I had been looking at. Everyone was calm … except me.

THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS WERE PLANNING TO TAKE HOME ONE OF THE BONDED PAIR AND NOT THE OTHER.

I was stunned silent. Had the 18-year-old “shift supervisor” cash me out. Couldn’t even choke out my phone number to get my rewards for the visit.

I should have said something. I should’ve asked if they were at least considering taking the other baby. I mean, you are cat people. You know the only reason they are alive is because they stuck together, right?

I am so haunted by this.

Mom said go back tomorrow and see what happened. I said do you want a fourth cat?

Because the one left behind is probably crying himself to sleep right now and I cannot handle leaving behind a baby who lost his best friend.

And if Magic doesn’t start acting right around his sisters, it might just be that I take him to meet his new best friend!

ETA: I went back the next day to see two kitties!

Piper is on the left.

I like to think Caleb saw his would-be parents’ tRump stickers and “my cat is a Republican” stickers on their car

Which totally explains their entitlement toward separating a kitty family.

Is it ok for me to post things I like on a site I pay for? Or do I gotta hear Negative Nancy Drew for the rest of my life?

And not a word outta you, Psycho and Scoots, either. I’m not here for anyone’s entertainment but my own.

And again, I’m not allowed to share the things people say about me.

Not that they can be bothered to fight their own battles.

Whatever. I’ll just be over here, Unbothered as ever.

*twerk*