Ask me anything

[citrusjava]

Meme snagged from tebtosca.


Go ahead, then, ask, if you feel like it! I'm pretty open, though I won't reply to *any* question (particularly not triggery ones).

Comments

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Pets? Past, present, wanted future ones?

[citrusjava.livejournal.com]

Wow, this is a big question, for me. I grew up with a mother who just opened up and took everyone in, both people and animals, and taught me to take responsibility for a lot of that.

When I was maybe a year, a year and a half old, I dreamed my cat plushy was being attacked by wolves and I had to protect it. I woke up from that dream to find there really was a cat in the house, Tallulah. That's how I met our first pet. My first pet was Snowy, I got her when I was a bit over three, and she was the kindest most loving soul. Love her. I chose her because she was unlike all the other puppies, running around in the room. She was more quiet, and had caring, loving, smart eyes. Then on the way home she pooped on my mother's husband, which years later I'd come to appreciate.

Then my grandfather moved in with us with his dog, Lucky, who was a good friend of Snowy's for years. And we got Pizi (Pietro Pizzulini (White Apron) the Third), the cat, a rescue of one of my mother's students. My brother and sister had a bunch of hamsters.

Then we moved to a place that had a yard, and some kids threw two kittens into it, Whiskers and Tigger. There was another rescue who didn't make it, Anna, maybe, that was hard. And the two of them didn't make it either, they disappeared somehow, all three of them, my mother has a horrible theory about that. But anyway, there was a yard, and we had about 35-40 cats living in it or popping by to be fed. At that point we had four cats: Berry (Braveheart) who was more mine, Layla, who was my sister's, Ginger, who was more my mother's, and Mumzi, who became our cat since he was Tigger's boyfriend, and I insisted on him getting citizenship over it. Tigger used to sneak him in to get food, and they'd lick each other, and dry hump each other, and sleep curled up together - yeah. Mumzi was a werewolf cat, he was the calmest cat, very philosophical and accepting, gentle, and then every once in a while he'd go out at night and get into major fights. A friend and I had a theory that it was all his mild mannered superhero disguise.


Years later, as my mom was breaking up with her boyfriend, there was a cat she really wanted to adopt. But she had nowhere to live for a while and things were messy. So I took the cat for a few months as my mother got her life together, living with a friend.


I'm maybe forgetting some pets - there were fish and such...

I'm - honestly, I'm a bit traumatized by not being able to make sure all those creatures were always happy and safe or even alive.

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Clearly a much bigger question than I thought. Not sure if I should apologise for bringing up some upsetting memories although there seems to be some good ones there too. Letting go of pets and not being able to rescue every stray that crosses our paths is always tough. I take it you don't have any pets at the moment?

[citrusjava.livejournal.com]

Oo, sorry, that was probably way more information than you wanted, then!
No, no current pets, not sure I ever want pets, though I miss some aspects of those relationships. I'd rather not do that ATM, I don't have what it takes to give and shouldn't commit to that .

[kat-lair.livejournal.com]

Well, I think knowing when you're not able to take care of pets and thus making the decision not to have any is a very responsible, caring thing. <3

[citrusjava.livejournal.com]

thank you. That really means a lot to read.