So I'm getting divorced. I'm living alone. And I'm lonely and miserable as hell, especially in the mornings before my medication kicks in. So what do I do? Adopt two kittens!
Am I out of my mind? Fully aware that I can barely take care of myself I go out and adopt two kittens?
It was an impulse buy, to be sure. Somehow I noticed that a local PAWS shelter was having a special event which included "three full kitten rooms". I absorbed the information and switched off the decision-making part of my brain. And just to make it inevitable, I told my sons about it and invited them to come along.
The result? The slapstick comedy team of Pria and Octavia (photo to follow). They disrupt my sleep. Chew socks and wires. Eat and poop their own weight every day. And constantly remind me that my life has changed for good.
And I am very glad I have them. I am not lonely anymore.