Non-Sequitir

So to combat my depression of the last few months that cumulated in my neanderthal boyfriend breaking up with me two weeks ago, I decided to bring home a kitten. Because, y'know, there's nothing MORE uplifting than being a cat-lady at (almost) 24. Maybe not the smartest move, but hell... she needed a home and I needed a warm body in my bed every once in a while. Now, she's cute as anything, but what a TERROR. I grew up with dogs. Cats I played with at other people's houses, and occaisionally they peed on me. Dogs listen, are trainable. Cats really just do whatever they feel like, and when you scold them, they simply scold you back. I know everyone says 'if only they could stay cute little kittens', but I'm saying 'I can't wait until she's a lazy old cat that just wants to sleep all day'. There are two plusses I'm finding so far. 1 - she came potty-trained, and (so far) messes are a non-issue. 2 - she sits in my lap. Sometimes. Oh, and the purring is kind of cute.

I don't know if having a cat is helping me cope. It's nice not to be alone in the house during the day while I job-search (although if she were a dog, we could be out getting exercise). I'm a little concerned that I made such a long-term decision in a fit of heartbroken misery... but I guess that's what I get for being spontaneous, just this once.

I'm still having 'Happily In Relationship Land' dreams on a fairly regular basis. In the last year, I'd forgotten how depressing it is to wake up from one of those and remember that it's gone and it's never coming back. At least there are bigger things in my life to worry about right now... like my best friend's new husband getting through chemo and radiation. Ah, the holidays...