I’m sure that some day I will laugh about the time my boyfriend accidentally walked in on me in the bathroom while I was both peeing and crying, a moment that rendered us silent and still for a good two seconds (this is a long time when you are both peeing and crying) but right now I’m just going to sit here and replay how his face looked and how my face felt like it looked over and over in my mind until it wears out like an old VHS tape.

We can’t find the kitten and now my boyfriend has to deal with what anxiety does to me.
(I’m not “allowed” to be “in charge” of the candles or being the last one out of the apartment when we leave together because of how many times I’ve had to go back to double check the place wasn’t burning down, or unlocked, or both. In the interest of full disclosure, our apartment locks behind us as soon as we shut the door and I’ve never in my life seen a half-used, contained candle ever catch anything on fire.)

We can’t find the kitten and now my boyfriend has to deal with what anxiety does to me.

(I’m not “allowed” to be “in charge” of the candles or being the last one out of the apartment when we leave together because of how many times I’ve had to go back to double check the place wasn’t burning down, or unlocked, or both. In the interest of full disclosure, our apartment locks behind us as soon as we shut the door and I’ve never in my life seen a half-used, contained candle ever catch anything on fire.)

The good news:

  1. Max the 4/5 month old kitten did not have AIDS or Leukemia, and now he’s home with us.
  2. I now live with two cats. I am a fish tank and one lop eared rabbit away from filling the dog-shaped void in my heart. Think of it as like, when you’re hungry, and you should really eat some chicken breast and spinach, but instead you eat Cheeze Its. The hunger is gone, but replaced with products that will not fulfill you as your body needs and deserves to be filled.

The Questions for the internet:

  1. We’re keeping the cats in separate rooms with the door shut for one week, then switching them for another week, and then hopefully introducing them.
  2. I can Google until the cows come home and maybe also help replaced that dog-filled void, but first hand experience is always better to hear about. Max lived on the streets for the majority of his life, and in a crate for two weeks. We were able to pick him up in the shelter without any scratching, hissing or scrambling to get out of our hands… But last night he wouldn’t let us near him. We didn’t push it — only offered a hand to sniff twice, to which he backed away both times. He sniffed all around the room, and I woke up with him walking on the bed next to me at 1 AM. But I’m very nervous because most places say that feral kittens over 8 weeks will not ever be friendly towards humans… tips? Experiences? Make my cat cuddle me, please. 

Hey guys, this is an article about my very good friend’s aunt’s grandson.

Danny Nickerson is sick, and there is a very slim chance that he will be getting better. His parents thought it would be cool if everyone could help him celebrate his upcoming 6th birthday by sending him a letter or postcard.

His birthday is July 25, so you still have time to pick up something to mail him:

Danny Nickerson
P.O. Box 212
Foxboro, MA 02035