After Jaime Lee Curtis, who is in HALLOWEEN, which is when I adopted her. I’m so determined to love her, although I feel the shelter played dirty pool with me by letting me know they may have to euthanize her if I didn’t take her. She was already adopted 1x before, then returned to the shelter. It’s been a few days, and, for the life of me, I can’t see why. Jaime is not puppy-like in her affection, but I see she’s a girl; and, in my experience, girl cats just aren’t like that. She uses the litter box; I see no other red flags. Yes, I would desperately LOVE more affection-therapy from my therapy cat, but, eh, right now, it is what it is. At least, she’s fine with being picked up and held, albeit briefly.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.