Awww'righty. Black kitty is back! It hid under the bridge in the backyard. I took a picture, and all you can see is one eye peeking back at you, ehehehe. Yep, he's completely black.
I gave him food his morning, and am waiting to see if he returns tonight. I've left a plate of dry food, just in case...
Speaking of the kitty and my incessant thoughts of adopting another pet...I stumbled upon an article on pet hoarding, and it mentioned compulsive caregiving:
"It is quite common for animal hoarders to report very dysfunctional childhoods, characterized by inconsistent and unstable parenting if not outright abuse, during which animals were the only stable fixtures.
A dysfunctional childhood is correlated with a disordered attachment style. This can result in a controlling pattern of relationships, such as compulsive caregiving, as an adult. In this behavior pattern, a person selects someone with a sad or difficult life, and provides care obsessively, irrespective of whether the care is wanted or needed. "
I think that explains, at least partly, why I cannot stop wanting another being to take care of. Whether a skunk or another cat...I spoke to K at work about it, and she said one would not do it. It would never be enough. And she's very right. I don't want to become a crazy cat lady...Yet, I have no idea how to handle this.
It may also touch upon another reason why I chose EX. He was very naive in many ways, and I probably thought I could mold him into the perfect husband and father. I guess he was much more of a challenge than I calculated. Then again, he wasn't this insane before!
No comments:
Post a Comment