Hi again Jezzies,

Can’t really give advice in this situation, but it does sound like you could maybe give it a little more time and see how he does if he can get through this depressive episode, maybe you can have some therapy sessions together to discuss this issue.

Rodney and I were starting to wonder as well. He is an inquisitive sort of piggums!

I screenshot, and have a folder for, awful tinder profiles which I periodically revisit for giggles. I’m going to hell, right?

Practice for Halloween. I didn’t make the cookies but the jack-o-lanterns are all mine.

Ahh I love sharks and this is AMAZING. This week my mother-in-law bought my daughter a play kitchen and I copied a Pinterest mod because it looked so much cuter than plain white and silver. And I love that for $5 it now looks like it has a marble counter top. Now I’m of course making things for said kitchen.

I got a cat! It’s my very first pet of my own (not my parents). She’s feisty and sassy and fun and extra cuddly in the mornings.

On Thursday afternoon, as I was walking out the door to go pick up my second grader from school, my 90 lb Irish wolfhound mix bolted out the door because he spotted a cat sitting in the street. He chased the cat into the backyard of the house across the street, and I was calling him back. The street right in front of…

Meetup. Not fantastic depending on where you live, but I keep going back to it. Groups seem to start there, then migrate to Facebook once well established, as Meetup isn’t cheap.

My cat is in the hospital all weekend receiving IV fluids. She has kidney disease and I am complete wreck. I have never lost a pet before and I don’t think I will be able to handle it when the time comes. She is the sweetest girl in the world and I just want so badly for her to be okay.

Yes. And I will forever thank her for giving us “Don’t be all, like, uncool.”

Check out this little monster. And yes, he does use his cute, mismatched ears to manipulate everyone.

Technically our boos are rescues because they were fosters from PAWS (we didn’t foster them but Husband’s coworker did) that we got when they were stinkin’ adorable kittens:

Two rescue kitties. Trolley and Elroy.

My Caramel is a former feral, rescued by the wonderful Annex Cat Rescue association, in Toronto. She was born into an urban colony, and spent her first 15 months there (including one pregnancy. 3 out of 4 of her babies survived and were trapped, socialized, and adopted into well-screened homes), and she also…

My little angel pie. She’s 13, blind and deaf, but perfect to me.

Pumpin, I’ve been dying to show you. I got my petaissance print done on canvas after your post 2 weeks ago and I just love it. Every time I walk by it, it makes me smile.

God, it’s just so hard. I forced myself to clean the bathroom this morning. It took every ounce of energy I had. I also made myself run errands I’ve been avoiding for weeks. I stayed out of my apartment for like 2.5 hours and I managed to only fantasize about jumping off a bridge or in front of traffic twice. I took a…

My little rescue boop. Will be my 3rd anniversary with him next month. Life-changing pooch.

You guys, I’m struggling.