Today has not been a good day for me, and if you are wise, you will remain out of my way! The day started off with one of my cats going insane, at and at this point, I am [] this close to sending him elsewhere. Milo, the cat, the trouble maker of the two, the epitome of, "curiosity killed a cat", (which will soon become a reality if he doesn't straiten up) has flipped his gourd. Now I would never really kill my cat, but I will find him a new home., lol. I hate that I despise him right now, and he is after all an animal, and him. Can't I just love him for who he is? No, is the answer, not at this point.
Two days ago a bottom cabinet that leads underneath the house was left open. Milo decided that this was a present just for him, and took the opportunity to disappear. "Where is Milo? Where could he go? Oh, no! The cabinet is open! Crap!" Every morning i let the cats out of the back room, they are contained there at night to keep them from running all over the house at night and reeking havoc. I went to let the cat's out and this is when I realized there was only one cat, not two. Soon the other disappeared as well. I figured that they had to come up to eat and drink......I thought so, and waited until 10:30 pm for them to resurface. I blocked the cabinet with a box of toys. Milo cried all night, and in the morning, until.....silence. Low and behold when I came to let the cats out, there was only one, and the cabinet was open. MILO!!! Somehow that cat moved that box, and opened that cabinet, to get under the house once again. I waited for him to come out...............and every time I would go near him, he would run back in.
Lol. So I strategically planed my next steps. Close the cabinet, his exit. Close the door to the back room, with brother cat inside, and open the vent in the hallway. I sat there waiting, and waiting, and then, like God said, "here honey" a fly flew into the house, into the bathroom across the hall. Milo ran out after the fly, and BAM! I blocked his exit. Every entry under the house is now sealed, and the cat is...........VAMPIRE CAT! Lol. This is now what I refer to him as. He is behaving oddly, crying, crouching, not letting you pet him, running from you, ears down, tail down, crying, and moaning. This morning I was woke up at 4am by the delightful sound of Milo howling. And then trying to literally rip the access panel of the wall in the utility room. What the heck? Anyway, eventually, I said whatever, I was tired of the crying cat, so I let him outside, as he seemed he wanted to be. For the rest of the day he sat at the door crying, scratching, and every time I would open the door, he would run! Lol. He is rather odd, and the stress of all of it got to me today.
The dog ate Patrick's sandwich today as well. I have had building hostility towards my animals for months now, and wonder if it is not somehow related to my pregnancy. At this point, I feel as if we should get rid of them all. Jerry of course thinks I will change my mind later, and if we were to get rid of them I would regret it eventually. I feel like some horrible person. I am a lover, I teach peace, and try to practice it. I pride myself most of the time with how much patience I can exercise, and yet here I am, hating my dog and cats, my family. I do not understand this, and have had a really hard time, dealing with the emotions themselves. I can only teach my son peace, by showing him peace.
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