Some Uncomfortable Truths (Wherein I Defend my Kitten and her Place on the Planet)

Uncomfortable truth #1:  Chances are pretty good I do not think your newborn is cute. I'm sorry.  They just...aren't.  Give them a few months to get some good baby chub and be less neck wobbly and I'll be all over those babies. But the new ones? I don't even really want to see your pictures.  Sorry.

(My SIL has a new baby.  He is...a newborn.  She went off on me about how she would never let her baby near my cat because of all the diseases cats have and I was horrified.  My kitty has a clean bill of health from the vet, including costly lab tests we ran because we got her from a farm and you never know, and Zelda never goes outdoors. Zelda will NOT give her baby (my nephew!) diseases.  I didn't try to convince her because reasoning with a new mother is usually not a great strategy, but I just want everyone to know that having a baby is no reason to get rid of your cats! It's not like my BIL and SIL are going to EVER come visit us so this whole thing is a bit of a non-issue that I have made into an issue because I'm awesome like that. Don't insult my cat. I don't have any children.  You have been warned.)

Uncomfortable truth #2: Our carpet has been vacuumed twice in the last three months. I am mortified, but I feel like nagging him about HOUSEKEEPING is the worst thing in the world.  I vow that while the boy is at work this week, I will vacuum, crutches and all.  It might take me hours, but a superficial vacuum run never hurt anyone.

(Another tangentially related story:  I was refilling the cat food.  Because every story MUST BE ABOUT THE CAT.  Anyway, as I was leaning down to put the bowl down, the cat startled me and I dropped the bowl, spilling kibble everywhere and just barely nudged my crutches, which were leaning against the wall. My crutches then fell, landing, of course, right on top of the cat.  I am hoping to avoid this sort of scene while vacuuming.)

Uncomfortable truth #3:  I have developed a new sense of entitlement.  See me?  Here with the crutches? Walking towards you? It is your responsibility, NOT MINE, to move out of the way.  I am injured.  You are able-bodied.  If you don't get out of my way, I will not be held responsible for my behavior. Or the swear words that will come flying out of my mouth.

Uncomfortable truth #4:  There is a person on my Facebook wall bragging about how she's going to get her kitty declawed tomorrow. I am horrified, but in my attempt to keep my Facebook light and fluffy, I am restraining myself from linking article after article about how cruel declawing is.  I'm not entirely convinced this restraint will last longer that it takes for me to post this.  When my friend gave me Zelda as a wee kitten rescued from a farm, the only two things he made me promise were that she would get spayed (done), but never declawed.  I can't fathom why anyone would get a kitty and then mutilate it.  (Damn. I'm so upset.  I am never looking at my Facebook wall again.)

Zelda says, "Declaw this, motherfucker." She has a serious swearing problem.

Uncomfortable truth #5: Dr. BB and I are going on a big trip with my mother and sister next month. I am beginning to realize that I am dreading this trip a lot.  This trip has been in the works for the better part of a year.  My mom is really looking forward to it and is excited to spend time with Dr. BB, but I realize that a trip to Target exhausts me right now.  Theme parks and lots of crowds do not seem compatible with my recovery.  Fingers crossed that by the time we get there, it won't be as bad as I think it's going to be.