Nothing screams economic depression more then sad kitties.
Times are tight for everyone these days. Chris and I had a few hiccups with some financial difficulties spring up this past month. As a result, it's a little tight! We're rationing toilet paper. We're on a $50 a month food budget. We're rotating cars for who gets better gas mileage until friday just to try to get to work. We're texting, till we can turn our phones back on. We're eating a lot of PB & J for dinners. And we're saying our prayers every night.
Just long enough for the paychecks to come in.
Seems like that's the game everyone's playing.
But nothing struck home harder then the day I had to leave for work, and apologize to the kitties that I would pick up food on my way home from work, and be back as soon as possible! With a kiss on the face and a pat on the butt, I was off, leaving them to nap their hunger pains away (lol) for the day.
I came home with with dinner for all of us. Four very hungry ecstatic kitties meet me at the door with assault hugs and headbutts. I bent down first thing and filled their bowls - and they all come running and dive in.
Spot (the manly hunter farm cat) chows down without a care in the world.
Kirby (the baby) munches happily next to Uncle Spot, watching him while they eat.
Moo slinks over and starts eating politely from the side of the bowl.
Cinders storms over there to investigate.... tries out the different looking food, (they must be able to tell from the bag) and wrinkles up her nose, looks over at me and wails, and gives me the most pitiful look, and slowly walks away. She made it such a point to alert me to her empty food bowl before I left for work earlier that day. I promised her I would be back with food and everything would be okay! Now she just sits there across the room and stares at me and sighs.
How do you sit down and explain to your cat that these are hard times? And that, with every corner I cut to make sure everyone is taken care of, I HAD to substitute their regular food, with another brand? I found myself trying to reason with her, and rationalize, full of shame from the withering look she cast on me. "I know it's not the normal food, honey. This is just for a little bit, I promise."
I give her an extra special hug, silently wish that she would just go over and try out the "imposter food", and leave the room to go get changed. It's not till I get to the bedroom and I'm alone, that I break down and cry. I feel like a failure as a mommy. Shouldering the burden when money is tight is my responsibility, something that, as a parent, shouldn't have a trickle-down effect to my little ones. We don't go out anymore. We cook very sparingly inside, and value our time together much more. I sit down on the livingroom floor with my little bowl of warm soapy water, and do a lot of flea-combing and grooming. (we call it kitty-spa-time), since I haven't been able to pick up my usual 4 doses of the Advantage flea treatments for this month. They love it. And we spend the evenings counting our blessings, rather than pining away over what others have, or what we used to have. And in turn, we grow closer as a family.
I know they're just cats. But they are my little cat family. I'm doing everything I can to shield them from the hell we've been going through the past few weeks. They're safe. They're warm. They're not starving. Their litterboxes are clean and fresh, and they have all the love in the world when I'm home to smother them with.
We're keeping our heads above water. And that alone, is enough to keep me going. We've just got to make it till next friday. I think. With no more car problems
Forgive me for venting on you guys. My money problems are no greater than anyone else's that may be reading this. They are most definitely more dire than I have ever been exposed to, though. And with the responsibility of 4 very precious kitties, I feel the weight of the world on me right now, and the urgency has been amped up a bit more than it would normally.
Thanks for being my sounding board. You keep me sane.