The kitten that I was talking about in my last blog had to be put to sleep. It happened about two weeks ago. He had distemper. The vet said that it was passed to him by his mom, and that there wasn't anything I could have done to cure him of it; even knowing this, I still wondered if there was something I could have done that would have made his time with me better. I don't think I was able to answer that question for myself. My mom said that I did the only thing I could do; I made his last few weeks as comfortable and full of love as I could.
It's still really hard for me, even though he was only with us for about two weeks, I grew attached to him the minute I saw him. What makes things worse is that every time I see another kitten, even though none look like him, they always remind me of my Kitty (that's what I called him since I wasn't allowed to keep him, therefore I couldn't name him because I would be even more attached than I already was). I have a feeling that it's going to be hard for a long while still. :(
Friday, July 29, 2005
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Why?
On Monday, the 4th of July, my brother and his friend found a little kitten under the car. The poor baby is covered in fleas, and they're sucking the life out of it; because of the fleas, the kitten also has a cold, if you can call it that. My mom put it in an animal carrier and placed it in my room. She called me when I was at the fair, and told me the kitten was there, and that I needed to make sure it went to the bathroom when I got home. Now, if you know me, then you know that my mom made a huge mistake. She put the kitten in my room, and I've been caring for him/her for two days, and I want to keep the kitten. She said "No." She tried to feed me some bullshit about my dad not wanting any more animals, and that if I could let this one go, then we could keep on taking animals in and nursing the back to health.
Why is she doing this to me. She, of all people should know how I am; she should have known how I was going to react to the kitten! Knowing this, she is still subjecting me to this torture! Aren't parents supposed to protect you? If so, then why is my mom doing this? Sure, she's not causing any physical damage, but, there is damage there, just the same.
If that isn't bad enough, she has to insult me when I say that I want to keep the kitten. My parents have their D&D crew over, and, almost right in front of me (they're in the dining room, and I was in the kitchen) she proceeds to tell everyone that the kitten is going to the humaine society after he/she gets all better. When I protested, which I'm sure she knew I would, and said that I wanted to keep the kitten, she told me to stop acting like Beth. If you know me, you know who Beth is, so I don't need to explain. That really pissed me off. To top that off, when I stormed out of the kitchen and slammed some of the doors behind me (since there are a billion and a half doors in this house), my dad says "Now she really is acting like Beth." So, I had both my parents insulting me.
If they really want me to act like Beth... I could act like Beth. I would hate myself for doing it, because that is definately not who I am, but, I could do it. They should be careful what they ask for!
Why is she doing this to me. She, of all people should know how I am; she should have known how I was going to react to the kitten! Knowing this, she is still subjecting me to this torture! Aren't parents supposed to protect you? If so, then why is my mom doing this? Sure, she's not causing any physical damage, but, there is damage there, just the same.
If that isn't bad enough, she has to insult me when I say that I want to keep the kitten. My parents have their D&D crew over, and, almost right in front of me (they're in the dining room, and I was in the kitchen) she proceeds to tell everyone that the kitten is going to the humaine society after he/she gets all better. When I protested, which I'm sure she knew I would, and said that I wanted to keep the kitten, she told me to stop acting like Beth. If you know me, you know who Beth is, so I don't need to explain. That really pissed me off. To top that off, when I stormed out of the kitchen and slammed some of the doors behind me (since there are a billion and a half doors in this house), my dad says "Now she really is acting like Beth." So, I had both my parents insulting me.
If they really want me to act like Beth... I could act like Beth. I would hate myself for doing it, because that is definately not who I am, but, I could do it. They should be careful what they ask for!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
You know that you've been playing D&D too much when...
It just occurred to me that I might be spending too much time playing, or thinking about playing, Dungeons and Dragons. This thought occurs when I think about something completely normal, like me throwing something at my brother for being dumb... the unnormal thing is when I want to tell him to roll a d6 to see if I actually hit him. It's really hilarious if you think about it.
My friends and I get together at least once a week for a few hours, and we roleplay. It seems harmless from the outside, but, on the inside, we're all being corrupted. I'm not the only one who wants to roll a certain dice when they are attempting to do something... a few of my friends have told me they do the same thing.
Something happened today that I thought was really funny. Tabby and I went swimming, and we were talking about what had happened in the roleplay when she left, and I was telling her about something the vampire did, so I guess that I had vamps on the brain. Anyways... we started talking about how there was only one lifeguard on duty, which was weird because there are usually two or three when I have been there, and I was commenting on them watching people. I was trying to say that I don't like it when the lifeguards watch me, but, instead, I said I didn't like vampires watching me. I felt so dumb... I knew what I wanted to say, it was in my head, but I said vampires.... I can't believe it. We both cracked up laughing, though, which was fun... at least she thought it was funny, too.
I don't know if it's a good thing, but my D&D friends tend to get on the same brainwaves, which, if you know my friends, is probably not a good thing. That's what really makes me wonder if we're spending too much time together. ;)
My friends and I get together at least once a week for a few hours, and we roleplay. It seems harmless from the outside, but, on the inside, we're all being corrupted. I'm not the only one who wants to roll a certain dice when they are attempting to do something... a few of my friends have told me they do the same thing.
Something happened today that I thought was really funny. Tabby and I went swimming, and we were talking about what had happened in the roleplay when she left, and I was telling her about something the vampire did, so I guess that I had vamps on the brain. Anyways... we started talking about how there was only one lifeguard on duty, which was weird because there are usually two or three when I have been there, and I was commenting on them watching people. I was trying to say that I don't like it when the lifeguards watch me, but, instead, I said I didn't like vampires watching me. I felt so dumb... I knew what I wanted to say, it was in my head, but I said vampires.... I can't believe it. We both cracked up laughing, though, which was fun... at least she thought it was funny, too.
I don't know if it's a good thing, but my D&D friends tend to get on the same brainwaves, which, if you know my friends, is probably not a good thing. That's what really makes me wonder if we're spending too much time together. ;)
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