Wednesday, March 18, 2009

It's okay (or it's going to be)

Sometimes when the power goes out, I find myself mindlessly trying to do things that obviously require electricity. Like trying to turn lights on while looking around in the dark for a flashlight. Or trying to turn on the stereo because it seems so quiet without the TV on. Maybe it's a shoddy comparison, but I've been feeling similarly mindless with the loss of our cat. I can be thinking about Jonesey all the way home from work and still get thrown off when I don't hear "Brrrmow?" when I walk in the door. I'm so sad that I just want to hold my cat, but that's the reason I'm sad. Sigh. We are creatures of habit.

I visited the local SPCA shelter a couple times last week. I don't know if it's too soon to be looking for a new friend, but it does lift my spirits to get to interact with all those cats (they must have at least 40). There is that familiar feeling of "Didn't we just do this?" - it was only two years ago that our calico cat passed away and we were searching for another cat to fill the void. We were so lucky to find a cat as awesome as Jones, and hopefully we can provide a loving home to another great cat (or cats) again soon.

Crazy cat lady out!


Fluffycat said...

It takes different people different periods of time, so the question of "too soon" is not something to worry about. If you are ready, you are ready. I think having two cats makes it a bit easier in a lot of ways.

Have been thinking of you and wondering how you were doing, so I'm glad you posted.

Anonymous said...

When Jinx died two years ago (she was almost 20!), the boys wanted to get a new cat right away. Actually, I told them we'd get two cats, and the cat would find us. I know, how zen, right? And then, the following month, the janitor in the building where my husband works found a small, black abandoned kitten in an apartment. And that's how we got Griff! And he looks just like Jinx. Then we got Juno at the Humane Society.

But I totally understand what you mean about habits. Sometimes, when I'm dozing off on the couch, I'll put my hand down to pet Bailey (our Springer), and she died almost five years ago.

So keep going to the shelter - one of those cats will pick YOU.

~ Peggasus

Swistle said...

I totally don't think it's too soon. The comfort of a kitty can help.