Crazy cat lady!

I caught myself this morning in the middle of a proper laughing fit, I couldn’t stop laughing and everytime I almost calmed down, all I had to do was look at my cat and I went off into fits of giggles again…the reason for that laughter? A made up scenario in my head which I shared out loud with my cat, he answered me back like he always does but as I snapped like the 11 thousandth photo of him it looked like he was laughing as much as I was!

That photo of him fills me with such happiness and warmth! I love him so much, I think maybe I need to get a life and stop morphing into my nana who is the craziest cat lady ever I think she has around 6 rescues at the minute! But then I think about how attentive my cat has become the past few weeks, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming rush of affection for him!

He sits on me when I’m about to dissociate, he gets my partner if I’m stuck in flashbacks etc, as soon as I sit anywhere he has to be right by my side he has turned himself into a little therapy cat!

Now as loving as he is, he likes to remind me every now and again that he is still very much a judgemental, clumsy, stinky, noisy, sassy opportunistic little bugger with a huge god like superiority complex! I had to make a very difficult phone call this week and as I felt him softly pressing into my side, I falsely thought he was trying to calm me, when actually he was ever so quietly helping himself to my tuna sandwich!! But even that, after I told him off it made me laugh and I love him for it!

Animals are amazing and I feel so very lucky to have one in my life ❤️ just wanted to share him!

Published by DelilahSpuddy

Well when I first started this blog, I was just using it as an anonymous way to vent. I suffered a horrific year in 2018 starting with witnessing abuse in my work place and ending in an awful assault on me by a so called friend. Now as I start to recover I’m hoping to reach those who unfortunately may find themselves in my situation with nobody to turn to. I managed my PTSD symptoms a good 8 months before I was told I wasn’t going mad and actually there was a name for it. In those 8 months I came up with all sorts of weird and wonderful ways to ground and help myself. Some of the writing in my blog isn’t nice and contains some triggers so please be aware. It’s just what I need to do at the moment. But if you want to... feel free to have a look ❤️ welcome to the madhouse 😂

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