I know someone, not really a friend, but an acquaintance I guess. She has two cats and a dog and a husband and a job. Whatever, irrelevant.
She told me once how her cats would go out the pet door and play during the day and when she returned home, she would do a ‘head count’. She would find them lined up in the lounge.
Head count went something like this.
‘Cat, cat, dog.’
One day the head count went something a little different.
‘Cat, cat, cat, dog.’
Apparently, they had bought home a friend.
Reminds me of this……
Last week, I went to put something away in the linen cupboard, I stopped at the fridge in the kitchen spotting something in the laundry.
There was a black and white thing ‘eating Jamima’s food!’
“Hey!” and some other inappropriate words.
The back door was open and Jamima had obviously came back inside and clearly this ‘thing’ that feels our home is its second home, decided to come inside.
The ‘thing’ scrambled away.
I guess Jamima just lost her privileges to come and go from the backyard as she pleases.
It’s really ordinary feeling when you feel like you’re on the outside looking in or the inside looking out.
No one understands or seems to care to try to understand. They don’t seem to care that your being left out.
It’s cold and lonely out here and the sharpest uncaring comment has the power to lead me to tears.
It’s a really shitty place in a family to feel like the black sheep.
Now, to cry myself to sleep.