Guest Post: I Think I Want A Divorce

 Today’s blog post is brought to you by the gorgeous Zoey from Good Goog….

 

Not from my husband, from my cat.

She’s nearly 17 years old. I’ve had her since I was 15. There was a time, when she was my baby. But there’s nothing like an actual baby to put pet relationships into perspective.

I think she’s suffering from dementia. Or she’s completely sane but has an evil plan to drive me insane. If so, kudos. It’s working. How you ask? How is this evil feline mastermind wrecking her destruction?

She yowls. All the time. For no reason. She particularly yowls when I’m trying to get Riley to nap, or she’s just gone to sleep for the night. She yowls when she’s hungry, she yowls when she’s outside, she yowls when she’s finished eating and she yowls in the middle of the night and realises that she’s still in the living room and everyone else has gone to bed.

I know that she’s old and I know that she has a bit of arthritis and that the cold weather doesn’t agree with her. I also know that she gets nowhere near the level of affection that she used to. But at the end of my day, after listening to a tantruming toddler and constant demands, it’s hard to be empathic. Because the yowling crushes any nurturing bone in my body.

I don’t know about a divorce though. Very tempting. No more cat food, no more kitty litter, no more nails-on-a-blackboard yowling. But I still remember the kitten that I brought home who cried for her mother at first, the cat who had her own babies and no matter how many times I put those babies in the laundry she would always bring them back into the house and under my bed, the foolhardy cat who had a disturbing tendencies to attack dogs of any size and the older cat who becomes visibly distressed whenever she hears Riley crying.

But without a divorce, I may need a padded cell, or a screaming room, or a combination of both of those brilliant ideas.

 

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Bio:

Zoey is the mother of one 2 year old and pregnant with one jellybean. In her former life she bought lots of handbags and wore a vast array of high heels. Now she lives in regional Australia and loves it, but still misses her shoes. She is a reformed perfectionist, writer, parent adventurer, toddler wrangler, social media addict, photo enthusiast and book devourer. Zoey blogs in words and pictures at Good Goog http://goodgoog.com. You can find her on Twitter (@goodgoogs) and on Facebook (facebook.com/goodgoogs)

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