White Cats
I am a hopeless-bleeding-heart-white-cat-lover.
It’s getting pathological. I was looking at birds . . . yes, not cats, I was looking at birds. And what happened? Another Yuki lookalike.
It makes me want to rip my heart out of my chest and hurl it across the room. When Yuki died, I looked EVERYWHERE for a white cat. Do you think I could find even one??? HA!!! (I was hysterical then, but whether or not it was a good idea is beside the point.)
Now, when I don’t have room for another cat, white cats are spilling from everywhere. Every time I turn around there ANOTHER white cat looking for a home. It makes me want to bash myself about the head or something.
