I’m a person who is incapable of receiving a compliment.
I don’t know how to answer if someone tells me, for example, that I have nice earrings.
Also, I never ever brag.
But I could, if I would.
I have done a lot in my profession, got a PhD, but you see, I’m embarrassed talking about it, because for me it is unimportant.
And why? Because I did it, I made it. But I’m not important, so are neither my accomplishments. Hello BPD again, so nice to see you, glad you have spoken your opinion on this topic too!
There is only one thing I love to talk about with other people, as much as I adore to chit-chat about the quantum physics, molecular biology, recent research in the field of medical devices, tattoos and burritos.
That thing are my beloved cats. Three of them. They have adopted me, they rule the house.
I am a humble servant in the cat society, can opener, butler, and the device that makes a cat go purr.
As I volunteer for a cat S.O.S. organization and a cat shelter, I have brought the kittens home. One by one. A little purritos, all cuddled up in the blanket, small and powerless. Losing their breastfeeding cat mother meant death for them unless…someone takes the responsibility to help them and give them a chance to stay alive.
When they came, each one of them was so small, that they had to be fed on the bottle every 2-3 hours. And warmed up, under the lamp, in the blanket. Just like babies. And they were my babies, in a way.
Today, they are grown up masters and rulers.
Night is their time. In choosing on which side of the bed I will sleep, and will I get a pillow or not. When they settle, then they need a little cuddling, then purring, then licking my nose, then…ah..the list is long.
My house panther, the black cat named Karl, he just usually lies on my chest. He’s big. He’s heavy. It is sometimes hard to breath as he’s laying on me like a big black hairball, but it doesn’t bother him much. He chose the spot for chilling, and that’s it.
Morning awakenings are unusual. Either the smallest one grabs my feet under the blanket, or my Princess licks my hair. I think she perceives it as a regular maintenance of the Cat Mother.
So I brag shamelessly.
I am a Cat Mother, I’m a perfect Crazy Cat Lady.