The 18th will be my 6 year adoptiversary of two of my cats. Pistol and Cleo (I kept their given names because I absurdly felt bad changing them) were the two that made me a cat mom. They were both three years old, and bonded (which meant they had to be adopted together because they get anxious without each other.) and had been at a rescue for their entire lives minus a short time of being fostered. They sleep together, groom each other, and are all round adorable.
I struggled for a long time making the decision to get a pet because of my mental health. What if I went really deep into a depression and neglected them. What if they triggered my sensory overload? What if they were another thing for my anxiety to create scenarios around? What if I couldn't love them the way I'd always seen people love their pets. And what if... what if I got angry and took it out on them?
I'd been working on myself for a few years at that point. Working on my depression, anxiety, and my temper which had me occasionally screaming in frustration and throwing/punching inanimate objects.
But what if I wasn't well enough, responsible enough, good enough?
They found me right when they were supposed to. I'm not exaggerating when I say that my cats changed my life in an extremely positive way. I am so thankful that these specific two found their way into my lives.
When I'm super anxious and in sensory overload mode I get a loving headbutt from Pistol as he settles down to cover me in purrs. When I'm trying to meet a work deadline, Cleo comes up for pets and to remind me that I can stop for a few minutes to give her some love.
They've lessened my overall anxiety, they provide the most wonderful companionship, they give you a reason to get out of bed or provide a warm cuddly pillow for days when it's hard to move.
What's your favorite thing about your cats?
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