"Making Arrangements" for Cats

Christina Websell wrote:
"Adrian" wrote in message
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Mischief wrote:
I'm only 26, but I also suffer from depression. And back in July I
am sorry to say that I was close to suicide. But one thing stopped
me.

Who would take care of my cats?

My roommate would probably take care of them to a point, but she
probably would have to move out since she can't afford to pay rent
for our apartment by herself. And she can't take them home to her
family in Anaheim, because they have about 14 cats anyway, and I
don't want my furkids to be outdoor kitties.

I got Imp from a cat adoption group, so she would probably call them
and ask them to take Imp and Mischief too. I know they would find
good homes.

I am happy to say, that I'm feeling much better and I'm no longer
contemplating suicide. I'm back on my meds, and I've cut down doing
thigns that depress me (I won't go into what they are, but they
weren't really healthy)


I love my kitties very much. I've gone as far as to think of what
would happen if there was a huge disaster and I had to evacuate.
I'm not talking just putting the cats into carriers and then
driving off in my car, I'm talking extreme disaster, like Day after
Tomorrow or The Stand. (Hey, what can I say, I have an overactive
imagination) Whatever would happen, I would not leave my furkids
behind.


Kristi

I'm glad you're feeling better, I have been in the same position and
knowing how much Snoopy loves me is what stopped me. I'm certain if
it wasn't for Snoopy, I ouldn't be here now.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.


It was only knowing that my animals and birds depended on me that
kept me going last year after my mother (we were very close) was
found dead. No warning.

Tweed

I'm *very* glad you're still here. Hugs and purrs.
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.

On Sat, 2 Oct, Tweed wrote:

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I became almost totally unable to function. I fed the
animals and not myself.
---------------------snip----------------------

I feel for anyone who suffers from this disease, it's been a chronic
condition most of my adult life. Reading your remarks though, there's
something that stands out -- lack of appetite and not eating as
symptoms. I guarantee that there are people who read your remarks and
could not help but say to themselves, "I should be so lucky as to not
want to eat when I'm depressed."

Please, do not take my remarks as in any way belittling or
marginalizing the feelings you experienced -- it's just that so many
people who suffer from obesity also suffer depression. The last time
I was thin, I had a good six year run when I would bicycle eight miles
to work and thirty miles through the hills on the way home.
Gradually, my two nemeses crept up on me and took over my life again.

Playing and 'exchanging strokes' with the cats and, recently, reading
and writing about cats on rpca are some of the very positive things in
my life besides the love DH and I share. Oh well, the grass always
looks greener, even when you and your neighbor are both looking at the
world through dark gray colored glasses.

Regards and Hugs to those fellow sufferers who may read this.
O J

On Sat, 2 Oct, Tweed wrote:

---------------------snip----------------------
I became almost totally unable to function. I fed the
animals and not myself.
---------------------snip----------------------

I feel for anyone who suffers from this disease, it's been a chronic
condition most of my adult life. Reading your remarks though, there's
something that stands out -- lack of appetite and not eating as
symptoms. I guarantee that there are people who read your remarks and
could not help but say to themselves, "I should be so lucky as to not
want to eat when I'm depressed."

Please, do not take my remarks as in any way belittling or
marginalizing the feelings you experienced -- it's just that so many
people who suffer from obesity also suffer depression. The last time
I was thin, I had a good six year run when I would bicycle eight miles
to work and thirty miles through the hills on the way home.
Gradually, my two nemeses crept up on me and took over my life again.

Playing and 'exchanging strokes' with the cats and, recently, reading
and writing about cats on rpca are some of the very positive things in
my life besides the love DH and I share. Oh well, the grass always
looks greener, even when you and your neighbor are both looking at the
world through dark gray colored glasses.

Regards and Hugs to those fellow sufferers who may read this.
O J

"O J" wrote in message
...

Please, do not take my remarks as in any way belittling or
marginalizing the feelings you experienced -- it's just that so many
people who suffer from obesity also suffer depression.

Very often the obesity is the *cause* of the depression - and it forms a
cycle, you eat when you feel depressed. I know, I battled that my whole
life. I just recently had gastric bypass surgery and have lost 80 pounds in
6 months (I still have 20 pounds to lose to get to my "ideal" weight, but
the doctor only "guaranteed" that I would lose 80% of my excess weight and
my weight loss has either slowed to a crawl or stopped). My biggest fear is
that there will come a time when I *don't* get sick from eating (it scares
me when I can eat a whole "Lean Cuisine" frozen dinner without barfing).

You know what is really sad, though - and always makes me really, really
mad - is how differently obese people are treated by most people. They are
viewed as slothful, lazy, sloppy, nasty, dirty, somehow for some reason
below human consideration. I used to get really mad at job interviews when
I would get fantastic responses on the initial phone interview and then a
total turn-off as soon as I showed up for the face to face interview. I
know how differently I'm being treated now than I was just 6 months ago -
*AND I'M THE SAME PERSON, NOT CHANGED IN ANY WAY EXCEPT THAT THERE'S JUST
LESS OF ME*!!!!

I once walked into a "5-7-9" shop here (for those of you in other countries
it's a shop that sells only women's clothes through size 9). The girl made
a point of coming around the counter to confront me to tell me, "We don't
sell your size here!", all the while eying my up and down with a disgusted
look on her face. I said, "That's really too bad that you won't let me shop
in your store because I was looking for a formal prom dress for my daughter
who is a size -1. I guess I'll take my $500 and go find a store where they
want my business!" What I really did was go out to my car and cry, and then
I went to the nearest fast food joint.

Anyway, I think society needs to do something about this "thin is in"
mentality - we're losing too many teen-aged girls to anorexia and too many
obese adults to suicide and we're devaluing people who could otherwise
contribute a lot but aren't given a chance just because of a body size that
is usually genetic and can't be helped even with a constant, starvation diet
(I know, I tried them all and even on an 800 calorie a day diet managed to
gain weight!!!).

Hugs,

CatNipped

"O J" wrote in message
...

Please, do not take my remarks as in any way belittling or
marginalizing the feelings you experienced -- it's just that so many
people who suffer from obesity also suffer depression.

Very often the obesity is the *cause* of the depression - and it forms a
cycle, you eat when you feel depressed. I know, I battled that my whole
life. I just recently had gastric bypass surgery and have lost 80 pounds in
6 months (I still have 20 pounds to lose to get to my "ideal" weight, but
the doctor only "guaranteed" that I would lose 80% of my excess weight and
my weight loss has either slowed to a crawl or stopped). My biggest fear is
that there will come a time when I *don't* get sick from eating (it scares
me when I can eat a whole "Lean Cuisine" frozen dinner without barfing).

You know what is really sad, though - and always makes me really, really
mad - is how differently obese people are treated by most people. They are
viewed as slothful, lazy, sloppy, nasty, dirty, somehow for some reason
below human consideration. I used to get really mad at job interviews when
I would get fantastic responses on the initial phone interview and then a
total turn-off as soon as I showed up for the face to face interview. I
know how differently I'm being treated now than I was just 6 months ago -
*AND I'M THE SAME PERSON, NOT CHANGED IN ANY WAY EXCEPT THAT THERE'S JUST
LESS OF ME*!!!!

I once walked into a "5-7-9" shop here (for those of you in other countries
it's a shop that sells only women's clothes through size 9). The girl made
a point of coming around the counter to confront me to tell me, "We don't
sell your size here!", all the while eying my up and down with a disgusted
look on her face. I said, "That's really too bad that you won't let me shop
in your store because I was looking for a formal prom dress for my daughter
who is a size -1. I guess I'll take my $500 and go find a store where they
want my business!" What I really did was go out to my car and cry, and then
I went to the nearest fast food joint.

Anyway, I think society needs to do something about this "thin is in"
mentality - we're losing too many teen-aged girls to anorexia and too many
obese adults to suicide and we're devaluing people who could otherwise
contribute a lot but aren't given a chance just because of a body size that
is usually genetic and can't be helped even with a constant, starvation diet
(I know, I tried them all and even on an 800 calorie a day diet managed to
gain weight!!!).

Hugs,

CatNipped

Lots of hugs and purrs for you to keep feeling better,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Mischief" wrote in message
om...
I'm only 26, but I also suffer from depression. And back in July I
am sorry to say that I was close to suicide. But one thing stopped
me.

Who would take care of my cats?
snip

Lots of hugs and purrs for you to keep feeling better,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Mischief" wrote in message
om...
I'm only 26, but I also suffer from depression. And back in July I
am sorry to say that I was close to suicide. But one thing stopped
me.

Who would take care of my cats?
snip

I'm so very sorry to hear this.
Lots of gentle hugs and purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
It was only knowing that my animals and birds depended on me that kept me
going last year after my mother (we were very close) was found dead. No
warning.

Tweed

I'm so very sorry to hear this.
Lots of gentle hugs and purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Christina Websell" wrote in message
...
It was only knowing that my animals and birds depended on me that kept me
going last year after my mother (we were very close) was found dead. No
warning.

Tweed

Anyway, I think society needs to do something about this "thin is in"
mentality - we're losing too many teen-aged girls to anorexia and too many
obese adults to suicide and we're devaluing people who could otherwise
contribute a lot but aren't given a chance just because of a body size that
is usually genetic and can't be helped even with a constant, starvation diet
(I know, I tried them all and even on an 800 calorie a day diet managed to
gain weight!!!).

Hugs,

CatNipped

Isn't it tragic how so many people not afflicted with obesity view those
who are? I started putting on weight when I was in college, and didn't
really stop until I was well into my 30's. I'm finally managing to lose
some of my excess weight with a lot of effort, but dealing with the
attitudes of some of the more prejudiced skinny folk doesn't make it any
easier.

And as bad as it is in the US, when I used to travel to China fairly
frequently I found it to be even worse there.