im still a vegan (for those keeping track).
it’s been a week and all i can say is that it’s easier today that it was yesterday and it was easier yesterday than the day before that and i hope tomorrow is easier than today.
Too personal for the internet.
people who love cats, LOVE cats. like human-to-human love, but instead it’s human-to-cat.
i am NOT one of those people. i hate them. im allergic. and i think they’re weird and unpredictable. and you know what cat people? someone HAS to say it — they make your house smell like a litter box. filled with pet food. you whole house. and glade candles DON’T cover it. YOU just can’t smell it because you LIVE there.
but whenever i go over to a cat-owner’s house, the cats gravitate toward me. and each time i really do hope that THESE cats won’t bring out my allergies. but THEN, five hours later my eyes are the color of roses and my nose is leaking like, well, a runny nose. and allergy medicine just makes me fall asleep immediately, so i say no when the cat owner offers me a benydryl.
and i proclaim to the world that “Despite my vegan-ism, i wouldn’t be opposed to eliminating the cats of the world by killing them!”
hopefully those of you on the fence about buying a cat will take this into consideration. that’s all.
People take me too seriously. I think that’s my problem.
Wanted to post an update even though I’m fairly certain nobody will ever see this. It is now the year 2021. And I have 3 cats.
I got one cat that didn’t aggravate my allergies and it was all uphill from there.
I also have not one, but two feeding stations set up outside for local strays. One of the feeding stations has a heated cat bed.
Looking back, I remember disliking cats. I don’t know why I said I wanted to kill them, and yes, that was a dumb thing to say. I think I was going for shock value. And I was thinking about how they had made me severely sick multiple times. But I shouldn’t have written that.
In other news, scanning the comments here, there’s one below from Bronson. He passed away last year from COVID.
I’ve thought about him and his cat Toppers so often since then then. Maybe, somehow, he passed on his love for cats to me. Or maybe I took it up in memory of him. I just wish he was here, so I could let him now how things turned out. So I could introduce him to all my beautiful cats.
So trips to the grocery store are taking longer as a vegan.
I usually clog up the aisles saying “sorry. opps. sorry. sorry, i just want to look at THIS box right… here….. sorry. ok. thanks.”
and then i do three basic scans of the ingredients. first looking for milk, or eggs or butter. then a second scan where i read. each. ingredient. alone. and figure out what it means. and if the item gets past those tests, i read it all one. more. time. just to make sure. and then, about nine times out of ten i have to put the item back on the shelf.
and then the clerk asks if there’s any thing he can help me find.
‘do you guys carry soy ice cream?’
‘no, that’s really more of a specialty item. we have soy milk though.’
(note to clerks, that’s NOT the same thing. if you asked for strawberry ice cream and the clerk told you the store didn’t have it but the next aisle over there was some milk, would you be all OH! ok. great! thanks!)
‘oh, ok thanks,’ i tell the clerk.
and then i cry a little on the inside. just a little.
bein vegan is hard.