Cats.

I have never liked cats. Even before the Attack. They just weren’t my favorite. I’ve been a dog person since I was a baby.

All of my friends know this. My boyfriend knows this – he still wants a cat if we make it to living together. That I’m not sure about right now.

Lately, my depression has been. Extreme. On a rather dangerous level. And my friend’s have taken notice. And their solution has been cats. I’ve cuddled and slept next to cats. I’ve nuzzled them and dealt with them nuzzling me.

And now a cat is trying to claim me at home.

And I am losing that battle. I had my boyfriend buy it treats.

 

Someone help.