Sometimes I get so frustrated sharing my house with five cats. That’s why I vent to you, Journal. I can say whatever I want, and you never complain or call me shallow or selfish. Without saying a word, you talk me down from diving into insanity.
I’m sure I’m not the only person in the world that experiences the same types of hardships, and I’m not saying that my life is terrible because of it. It’s just that some days are better than others. That’s just the reality of cat ownership. It’s not always cat food and litter commercials. Every now and then, it’s an episode of Hoarders or My Cat from Hell.
Recently, I experienced a terrible evening. But instead of taking it out on the cats and Partner, I wrote a poem about it.