As if I wasn’t already totally clingy and obsessed with Marcy, having two of my cats die 5 months apart has only worsened my attachment. Sometimes I have to force myself to let go so I don’t hug her to death.
We’ve still been flip-flopping about getting a kitten to fill the void, but considering I still can’t visit Speck and Don’s graves without crying, or seeing other kittens without crying (especially chubby gray boy kittens), I don’t think this is in the cards for us.
Plus, my friend Jessi recently shared an article about caring for elder cats, and it said that introducing a rambunctious kitten to an older cat is not the best idea. I was telling Henry about this yesterday.
“I mean, can you imagine Marcy with a kitten? She’s already annoyed enough with—-”
“You,” Henry said, cutting me off.
But he’s right. I totally annoy the piss out of that cat. But I think she secretly likes it. Maybe?
This was right after I made her watch the finale of So You Think You Can Dance. I kept poking her and asking, “Marcy, did you see that!? WHO DO YOU THINK WILL WIN!?!?” She responds by ruffling her fur and shifting her body away from me.
I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHH. :(
[EDIT: She just totally fucked up my hand.]