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Silver. Adult. Ignore me. Please do not reskeet. Blocks mean nothing important. 🔞🔔🦇🔔🌰
Thank you to all who offered care and thoughts to her, beloved cat that she was.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
Sorry I have not been responding to anyone. I have appreciated those messages sent to me here and elsewhere. I'm just a bit unresponsive.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
Thanks, random guy in the world who plays video games.

In other news, not much writing or editing or anything done. I probably won't finish my reading bingo blackout, but I'll only be one off, I think. And I decided I'd let it be the book I was most enjoying, so I can start the new year with that.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
I remember reading a quotation from a book about how humans also anthropomorphize ourselves, and I do kind of agree with it, but I feel it especially for myself.

Anyhow, I've been using a streamer obsession to get through it. Oh dear.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
And I feel less and less human, lately. I never feel it at the best of times; a scientific acknowledgement of biology, and a nod to privileges and a broader sense of, "I have to do something," but mostly I do feel very non-anthropomorphic.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
I've also been thinking lately of past companions. I often feel so badly for the bird trio. If I think too hard about what it costs for birds to be companions, I feel myself go a little mad. Those birds deserved better. Sweet boys.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
I do find I don't mind the parts of the season other people dislike. The socializing bothers me, but even if it's not fun, helping with the clean up is fine. It's become increasingly more of what I do with events and such. Barely attend, but am content to help tidy and move things and such.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
The more time goes past, the less I like the end of the year. I feel like because it's a time of year wherein you're expected to be cheerful and sociable, even when it, as it will, collects bad experiences, it becomes tiresome.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
The thing is I'm pessimistic and morbid, so whenever she did that sort of thing, I would think, "And this might be the last," or "You'll want it when she's gone." When I had my shift in thought about animals, it only became more intense.

It doesn't help.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
It's fairly normal to see a cat everywhere. It just depresses me now so much. The last time she was lifted onto my bed, or jumped onto the low table. Enjoyed the grass or the wind or the warm concrete. Annoyed me by banging on the doors.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
One of the first things I did was go to her urn and put my hand on it. I'm not a talker or a crier, but I liked being with her urn.
December 25, 2025 at 11:24 AM
I chose her. That's something you might not know. The others wanted a different cat. But I wanted her. I don't know why; she felt a little odd, like a cat people would care for less. I chose her.

I've cradled a number of fellow dead animals. Now I've cradled her. I will cradle more.

That's all.
December 19, 2025 at 12:01 PM
Everyone has their narrative around her death, how peaceful they believe it was, how it occurred, why.

Only she and I know, and she is gone. I'll take it with me, I think. It's a part of her that only I will know and only I will carry.
December 19, 2025 at 12:01 PM
I'm going to go see her again. In case it is the last time.
December 17, 2025 at 10:00 PM
With that said, the purpose of fictional characters is to suffer for my pleasure, so it makes some sense that they be made to continue on. They're not even real, so I can tell them all to suck it.
December 17, 2025 at 10:00 PM
Me, tying this all bleakly back into KH: The problem with Xehanort's plan is that his method causes suffering and is incomplete, and he intends to restart a new world. He should've just put a stop to everything.
December 17, 2025 at 10:00 PM
That is something I feel always, but I don't see the point in pretending that the flare up is in part emotional.
December 17, 2025 at 10:00 PM
more brittle, in the sense that the part of me that is my temper feels like it just wants to snap. My ever present wish that I had been aborted or never conceived is also just floating there. Everyone who has ever been aborted has the ultimate privilege (unchangeable opinion).
December 17, 2025 at 10:00 PM
I was meant to do something else at this time as well, but I'm going to put it off. It's all irritating and frustrating. I'm feeling especially pissed about the situation of all animals as well, and about existing more generally. It's not far from my default state, but I feel...
December 17, 2025 at 10:00 PM
In that it triggers nausea and not eating, and if you can't keep on top of that, it just gets worse and worse.

In aside, another animal companion from the same 'time' as her in our family has recently died too. I feel so tired and irritated.
December 17, 2025 at 10:00 PM