a post that's going to make me some enemies

If I'm lucky enough to get old, but I become one of those little old ladies who drives 20 miles an hour in the fast lane, and jams up lines at the pharmacy because I'm just too dumb and/or lazy to remember which prescription my doctor gave me but I know it's not THAT one so I argue with the pharmacist while twenty people are waiting behind me to pick up just one prescription, and calls the reference desk at the law library to ask questions that have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the law but somebody told me that they know everything over there, and thinks I'm entitled to all of it just because I'm OLD, I want one of you fuckers to shoot me. In the head.

Cat mommy at her wits' end.

I don't know what the hell is up with Heidi these past couple of days. I thought I was making real progress with her, what with her climbing up on me and licking my face. But the past couple of days, she's been skittish as hell -- maybe moreso than she was when I first got her home. She's not hiding, but she's not having much to do with me. Remember the Calvin and Hobbes strips where Calvin would be interacting with strange aliens who turned out to be his parents? That's how she's looking at me. Like I'm some strange alien. It's not that she's snooty, she's just not even in the same universe.

I was so concerned with doing the right thing for her that I didn't think about the right thing for me, what I wanted (which I realize now was a nice kitty, probably orange, that would climb all over me like B.J. and Nick used to), and now what I most feared has come to pass: I have a cat that doesn't like me.