A Cat Lady's Friend

The Cracking Mask

So I looked up how to adopt my cat back from the adoption center's website (thank god my cat wasn't listed as- i would've choked myself right then and there) and it'll cost $150 to get her back, but in 3 years I think she'll have kids by then so and it cost $250 to adopt in pairs and I think that's the limit., so slowly i'll get my cat and get her kids too. I have a cat fund all set up and it's even the piggy bank I bought, back when I still had friends, that is a black cat just like my cat. I really miss my cat. 

One time my 'best friend' (i really did not like this girl but every time I tried to get away she'd tell me she's going to attempt sucide- ughhh) asked who was my best friend and she'd get so angry when I replied 'my cat' and my then-boyfriend told me he's always jealous of my cat but I can't help it! My cat is awesome. She would walk in my room whenever I feel sad. She knew how to open doors and she did it by dragging the door open and then pushing all her weight on it so it always looked like she was busting through the door like some cool super hero. She would just stop and stare at me. SHe wouldn't touch me, which is good because I hate when people touch me when I'm sad or crying. It feels weird. She would just stare and her just looked so innocence and with her eyes, call me crazy idec, its like she didn't get why i was crying?? she was confused. and then i'd be like 'yeah, why am i crying???' and then I would jus be happier and I would pet her. but she doesn't like being touched either so then she would run away. and she's super cute look at her:

she's a mix between a tiger and tuxedo cat and she's one of the few kitties from her litter to get adopted. my neighbor's cat gave birth to her and yeah. I remember when she said if i wanted a cat i could and me and my friend ran to my house and i begged my dad and i promised she would be my responcibility 4 lyf, dawg. and he was like "just talk to your mom" and my mom was like "just talk to your dad" so i was like JUST GIMME A CAT ITS FREE ERS and my dad, being cheapo was like "yeah okay" so the next day i got to pick out a cat and there was plenty of them in different colors and i was "MAMA MIA HOW CAN YOU TELL THESE BLACK ONES APART AND HOW CAN YOU TELL THE ORANGE ONES APART" and i really was tyring to get a boy cat. (i do not want girl kids, i want boys) i saw this one kitty climbing through a hole in a box and i was like "oh my gosh that one i want that one" but my neighbor wasnt in the room so i couldnt tell her and then i saw this little kitty trying to cimb through the same hole as the other one and it was struggling because there was so many other cats and when i tried to comfort it, it was so scared and it had this giant orange sopt on its head and my neighbor came back and was like "have you chosen?" and i was like yeah i want that one and i pointed to the little weakling who couldn't get through the hole and i got my friend who came with me to get rid of all the other cats in that box (she was like buried in cats omg she lavas them) and i helped my new kitty through the hole. 

and the day i brought her home she was just soooo cute and small and i made my friend her aunt and she moved away the day after that. and every time she visits me my cat still recgonizes her and awww. my cat is still small and shy and good at disappearing, much like myself except im not small. and she doesn't like to wear clothes and she LOVES fighting now. she fights with stuffed animals and people's feet, and people's hands, and plants. and we have a toy for her and she just hits a mouse and the mouse will come back swinging and she's punch it back and then bit it and knee it and kick it and punch it some more. shes really violent now but shes still a little weakling.

one time when i first got her my parents didnt trust leaving her around the house so we kept her in ONE ROOM ONLY (i kid you not my parents are stupid) and we went on vacation went meant she was in that room for a whole weekend nonstop and she tried to get out. she OPENED THE VENT DOOR CLIMBED THROUGH THE VENT AND OUT THE OTHER SIDE- REMOVING THE OTHER VENT DOOR and she was locked out of her food suppply and litter box for the remainer of the weekend and i cried when i saw that and my mom yelled at me and one time my mom chocked my cat and i had to HIT MY MOM TO MAKE HER LET GO

ANGER REBOILING 

MY MOM JUST CAME HOME

WHY

SHE'S EVIL

I SWEAR

PROBABLY A RANT ABOUT HER SOON

I JUST GET SO ANGRY AT HER

SHE'S THROWN GLASS AT ME BEFORE

SHE MADE FUN OF MY TEETH BEFORE I GOT BRACES AND CALLED ME A RAT

SHE'S TOLD ME NOT TO BE FULL OF MYSELF BECAUSE IM UGLY

SHE TOLD ME SHE WON'T PAY FOR MY COLLEGE IF IM NOT A NURSE

SHES CALLED ME A UP AND THAT I MESS EVERYTHING UP

SHE'S CALLED ME FAT AND YELLS AT ME WHEN I EAT TOO MUCH AND WONT LET ME HAVE SWEETS BUT BUYS THEM FOR MY BROTHER

SHES BEYOND STUPID ONE TIME SHE CALLED ME AND ASKED IF TUNA WAS A FISH TO MAKE SURE SHE WASN'T EATING CHICKEN

SHE CALLS ME LAZY WHEN IN FACT I HAVE TO DO ALL HER CHORES AND SHE STAYS UP FROM 5PM TO 2AM WATCHING DRAMAS,

SHE MAKES FUN OF MY FRIENDS. 

I JUST CANNOT WITH HER. 

I GOT ONE B ON MY REPORT CARD ONCE AND SHE TOLD ME SHE WILL NOT ACCEPT IT AND THAT IM NOT SMART ANY MORE

SHE TOLD ME WHEN I WAS BORN I WAS UGLY SHE DIDNT WANT ME

SHE TOLD ME SHE PRAYED I COULD SING BUT I CANT THEN SHE PRAYED I WOULD BE ABLE TO ACT WELL BUT I CANT THEN SHE PRAYED I COULD DANCE BUT I CANT AND SHES DISAPPOINTED. 

GOD THAT WOMAN. SHE ONLY COMPLIMENTS ME TO COMPLIMENT HERSELF LIKE "wow you look nice today...almost as good as me" "i like your nose...but mines cute" 

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leejinkioppa
#1
Chapter 1: I don't know how to make you feel better because that really does . My parents are practcally the same and I honestly cannot wait to move out of here, and not only here but out of florida maybe a different country. Did you cry while writing this? It feels sort of relieving to be able and just explode in words. I do it too. I'll pray that you'll be able to adopt your cat as soon as possible. I don't really have much that keeps me going anymore but if I did, I wouldn't ever want to lose it. You don't have to reply o this. Whenever I make blogs like this, I just feel slightly irritated when someone comments in which I would have to reply but I feel thankful to those who care but just a little too tired to reply. Whenever you feel like there are too many emotions inside you like this come on here and just explode again and again until you've had enough and you can rest.
leejinkioppa
#2
and I wanted to tell you I'm here for you Renae. Even if I can't be a physical shoulder to cry on I still want to be there for you.
leejinkioppa
#3
Hi, I'm Saara, and my A/C is broke and I live in Florida so everything is really annoying and hot.
My depression started too, back when I was eleven. It had been building up through elementary. I know how it feels... to have people leave you, but back in elementary I just thought, "Oh yeah, it's my fault anyway... after all I'm weird and we didn't have much in common." I would take it out on my self. After switching schools right after getting out of 2nd grade I hadn't had a real friend until sixth or seventh grade.
And in seventh grade we (as in my family) lost our house. Or the bank took it, whatever. I refused to go to another school because I was scared of starting over. I was so shy, I would let people take advantage of me and I think I still do. Anyway my depression began around that time and I tryed to talk to my parents about it once which only made them laugh at me, "You think you have enough reason to be depressed?" They made me think I myself was even more of a fool.
I'm tired honestly there was a time I was ready to commit suicide. I didn't cut but at that moment I was so ready and ok with it, and if Samar (my most beloved person in the world who is my cousin) had not been in town that day, had not driven four hours away to come see me that weekend and had not stopped me, I probably wouldn't be here right now.
I know I don't have a panic disorder because I am no longer afraid of such things. But I want to go to the hospital or a clinic or whatever and see if I have something or anything because I am too tired and I just want a goddamn excuse.
I help my *friends* too much actually. Because after going through deep deep depression my life motto has changed. It's something like always keep everyone smiling even if you're dying inside. It's not like I matter anyway.
Anyway I wrote this long comment not because I wanted you to feel like some people have it worse than me lol no and I probably don't anyway. I wrote this because I sincerely care about you