Adventures of Cthulhu: Sleeping Feasts

Cthulhu sleeps like she owns the place. Curled on my bed, couch or kitchen table. Silently, dreaming about eating villagers and clawing to death small children.

I rescued Cthulhu in Oct 2016 in the middle of a very difficult time. My morale at work was in a downswing. Life spiraled into disarray and beg for me to join in the despair. I couldn't focus. I had difficulty reading or watching movies. Sleep only became predictable with medication. I was seeking change.
I needed something that moved in my apartment that made me feel less alone. I googled and thought about a wide variety of critters. Rodents, lizards, fish, ferrets and others. Cats were not an option because I knew I was allergic and hated the cats from my childhood.

A moment came where I realized that I wanted a real pet. Something more interactive than a fish, or plant or gerbil. I wandered youtube seeking information about what cats like as pets and after about a week of research made the decision to check out the shelter.

Cthulhu is a silly creature. Part hunter, part shit machine, part acrobat. Always curiously and periodically available to cuddle on her terms.


Popular posts from this blog

Id, Ego, and Superego Through Psycho and Carrie

Coraline (2009) Othering, and Narcissism

Sympathy For Lady Vengeance, Tofu All Up In The Face and Organizing For Vengeance