I guess I can use blogtober as an excuse to write more about my every day life like I want to… but never do cause well, my every day life isn’t all that interesting.
I’ve had my cat Sophie for 5 years. She was a 30th birthday/divorce gift from my mom. I stumbled on her randomly when I was roaming around PetSmart and I refused to leave the store without her. My mom and ex husband tried to talk me out of it because she was 10 years old. And they kept suggesting I get a kitten. But when people say pets choose their owners I absolutely believed it in that moment. I have no idea why I loved Sophie at first sight, but I did. I learned she had been in that adoption center for 3 years, the lady who ran the independent adoption company was so excited to hear that someone wanted to take Sophie in.
I drove from Orlando to Tampa every Wednesday for 3 weeks to visit her until I was able to save up enough money to take her home. Btw, I’m allergic to cats. And there are times when touching Sophie makes my hands swell, but she’s worth it.
Over the last 5 years we’ve moved 9 times. Between 4 cities and 2 states.
She was there when I lost both of my babies.
She was there when I didn’t know how to heal after my divorce.
She was there to comfort me when my abusive ex would hit me.
She has been with me through SO much and through so many hard and dark days.
Today I woke up and found her in the office. She was laying flat on the stomach looking at the ceiling like she didn’t know where she was. I noticed she had pooped all over the room and at first I was mad, until I realized something was wrong. I tried to get her up and back to her house and she cried the whole time, trying to guide her was hard. I didn’t want to touch and startle her so I had to use a blanket to guide her. She managed to find her food and water and her house. She left 2 more times during the day, the second time she couldn’t find her house so I tried to lead her in the direction of her food bowl. The third time she just ate and went back in her house and slept the rest of the day.
It looked like she didn’t know where she was and she would cry randomly.
She has an appt set for Saturday that I had set last week; but now I’m trying to look into something sooner to get her eyes checked. I feel like I’m filled with anxiety and it’s making it hard for me to focus on blogtober right now.
I just wish I knew what was wrong or what happened.
She’s so strong, to see her struggle breaks my heart.