Like a lot of people, particularly those who are partially or fully isolated, I lean heavily on the sweet animals in my life for emotional support. In fact, were I to write about it as often as I am feeling it, I’d write about Mollie and/or Baisol as much as I do my mother. I love you, my ‘little man’– your destructive, pay-attention-to-me-now ways stop me from getting a swelled head as to my own importance.
February 19, 2017
The last couple of weeks mom has had some new issues that I’m hoping are temporary but I can’t count on that. Nonetheless, I had a particularly pleasing good night tonight, with a particularly nice hug and now I’ve got my little monster entertaining me. I don’t credit Baisol (my lovely cat) enough for making it so that I have a buddy to decompress with and complain when there is a hard day just finished behind me.
Plus when he’s bored he randomly starts smashing things, or at least trying to, and has been responsible for much redecorating. Thank you Baisol, my Little Man, for always being my precious little furry rock. Mom always has Mollie at night, and I got my buddy.
Let there be no doubt: Without either Mom‘s Mollie or my Baisol, I would have collapsed doing this long ago. Mollie is part of why, Baisol is also how. For these reasons, these cats will never have to doubt my loyalty. They earned it a long time ago, just like mom.