I’m a cat mom now

I talk to my cat. Like, a lot. A lot a lot. That makes me sound like a crazy cat lady, but it’s true. Talking to Pawcard helps me relieve stress, and makes me feel less lonely.


These past few weeks with him have been challenging because of all the things I have to do to take care of him: feed him, put out water for him, scoop poop, make him take his vitamins, apply Betadine to his wounds when he scratches himself too hard, and make sure he socializes with our other pets. Not to mention all the attention he needs, and all the painful scratches I’ve sustained.

Most mornings, I can’t even finish my coffee without him bugging me in one way or another. And most nights, when I get home from work and all I want to do is relax, that’s the time he decides he wants to play, and it can get exhausting to keep up.

Still, I love him so much. When he’s in a good enough mood, he can be so affectionate. Those sweet moments make the sacrifices worth it. 😽❤

Ela is a twentysomething who is constantly getting stuck in self-destructive behavior and bouts of low self-esteem. She struggles with depression and writes to relieve herself of her feelings. Sometimes she even blogs about other things like makeup and positivity. One of her pieces was published in the Inquirer Young Blood in October 2017. She likes cats, dogs, and sometimes even people.


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