there goes my day
May. 28th, 2009 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944I was just looking at Touched By a Paw's website, because I miss all the kitties -- and one kitty in particular, of course.
Somebody else took Daisy home. Her name's not there.
I knew somebody else wanted her, but I was hoping horribly selfishly that either I'd find a place and get an application in first or that she'd lose interest or figure out it wouldn't work or... something. Son of a bitch. I've been working on this for a bloody sharding year and a half! God, I'm going to miss that pretty little tripod girl. I'm so sorry, torbie lady. I didn't try hard enough. I know the last time I saw you, you were your usual purry self and flopped in my lap to cuddle almost as soon as I sat down, and you chirped at me in that adorable voice -- it was never a proper meow with you, always this royal little chirp that made you sound like an aristocrat. You'd totally have quirked your little claw while drinking tea, if cats drank out of cups. You didn't even care when I cried into your fur; I guess some things are worth a messed up hairdo, huh? But then you jumped out of my lap five seconds before I stood up to leave, and when I tried looking for you, you were making yourself scarce. I don't know if you knew I had to leave and didn't want to deal with goodbyes, or what, but I hope you still love me? I didn't want to walk out; Dad would've been furious if I'd stayed any longer than I did, and Katie couldn't get her scooter through the doorway, so I couldn't just leave her sitting there on the sidewalk. I know your new human's going to give you tons of love and a great life, or else Jana wouldn't have given you to her, but I'm still going to miss you lots and lots. I've been trying to find a place that wouldn't mind a regal little lap cat, but either I'm not trying hard enough or this city just sucks for apartments and kitties, because I can't find a damn thing. Even my family's against the idea, which doesn't help, but good God, I wanted to bring you home. I'm sorry, Daisy-girl. Don't forget me, okay? I love you, torbie girl.
God, I'm crying like a baby. I'm such a loser. I mean, give me a break. I'm crying over a cat that wasn't even mine. Everybody else in my family would laugh or tell me to shut up; my father *did* just laugh when I called him, and then he told me to turn it off (meaning turn off the tears). My God, this sucks. There goes my whole damn day.
Edited to add: I've just called Jana, just to make sure I had things right. Daisy's got a forever home, and it's with one of the other volunteers and I know her! Rebecca is a sweetheart, and she lives right in Whitewater, so there'll be updates on how Daisy-girl is doing. From what Jana said, Daisy's happy as a clam, looking out windows and following Rebecca around, sleeping in her human's bed at night and talking up a storm in that cute little Queen Elizabeth voice of hers. And purring up a second storm and being a cuddle bug, I've no doubt whatsoever. Jana said she'd pass my e-mail on to Rebecca, and that she'd very probably send me pictures and info and everything and get this: When I'm in Whitewater next, I could get to see her! Daisy that is, if Rebecca's around. Apparently, Rebecca even mentioned me. She said, "I know Carlie wanted her, but--" so did she, quietly, and I don't begrudge Daisy a loving home. Not at all. I just miss her even more, now that I know there isn't any chance of her being my kitty. She's my friend's kitty, at least? I won't lose touch with her, and I'll get updates and get to see her now and then. This helps, it really does. I still miss her like crazy, though.
Somebody else took Daisy home. Her name's not there.
I knew somebody else wanted her, but I was hoping horribly selfishly that either I'd find a place and get an application in first or that she'd lose interest or figure out it wouldn't work or... something. Son of a bitch. I've been working on this for a bloody sharding year and a half! God, I'm going to miss that pretty little tripod girl. I'm so sorry, torbie lady. I didn't try hard enough. I know the last time I saw you, you were your usual purry self and flopped in my lap to cuddle almost as soon as I sat down, and you chirped at me in that adorable voice -- it was never a proper meow with you, always this royal little chirp that made you sound like an aristocrat. You'd totally have quirked your little claw while drinking tea, if cats drank out of cups. You didn't even care when I cried into your fur; I guess some things are worth a messed up hairdo, huh? But then you jumped out of my lap five seconds before I stood up to leave, and when I tried looking for you, you were making yourself scarce. I don't know if you knew I had to leave and didn't want to deal with goodbyes, or what, but I hope you still love me? I didn't want to walk out; Dad would've been furious if I'd stayed any longer than I did, and Katie couldn't get her scooter through the doorway, so I couldn't just leave her sitting there on the sidewalk. I know your new human's going to give you tons of love and a great life, or else Jana wouldn't have given you to her, but I'm still going to miss you lots and lots. I've been trying to find a place that wouldn't mind a regal little lap cat, but either I'm not trying hard enough or this city just sucks for apartments and kitties, because I can't find a damn thing. Even my family's against the idea, which doesn't help, but good God, I wanted to bring you home. I'm sorry, Daisy-girl. Don't forget me, okay? I love you, torbie girl.
God, I'm crying like a baby. I'm such a loser. I mean, give me a break. I'm crying over a cat that wasn't even mine. Everybody else in my family would laugh or tell me to shut up; my father *did* just laugh when I called him, and then he told me to turn it off (meaning turn off the tears). My God, this sucks. There goes my whole damn day.
Edited to add: I've just called Jana, just to make sure I had things right. Daisy's got a forever home, and it's with one of the other volunteers and I know her! Rebecca is a sweetheart, and she lives right in Whitewater, so there'll be updates on how Daisy-girl is doing. From what Jana said, Daisy's happy as a clam, looking out windows and following Rebecca around, sleeping in her human's bed at night and talking up a storm in that cute little Queen Elizabeth voice of hers. And purring up a second storm and being a cuddle bug, I've no doubt whatsoever. Jana said she'd pass my e-mail on to Rebecca, and that she'd very probably send me pictures and info and everything and get this: When I'm in Whitewater next, I could get to see her! Daisy that is, if Rebecca's around. Apparently, Rebecca even mentioned me. She said, "I know Carlie wanted her, but--" so did she, quietly, and I don't begrudge Daisy a loving home. Not at all. I just miss her even more, now that I know there isn't any chance of her being my kitty. She's my friend's kitty, at least? I won't lose touch with her, and I'll get updates and get to see her now and then. This helps, it really does. I still miss her like crazy, though.
