{"id":19024,"date":"2021-08-08T06:23:37","date_gmt":"2021-08-08T13:23:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=19024"},"modified":"2021-08-20T12:45:49","modified_gmt":"2021-08-20T19:45:49","slug":"aug-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2021\/08\/08\/aug-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Aug 8 Cats and Dating"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Maya Angelou<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have to rely on my phone or tablet to know what the date is. No, not because my memory is failing, I do lose car keys if I don’t keep them in my leather vest pocket. That is their place. I lose track of the date because that isn’t really a factor in my life.<\/p>\n

I get up, make coffee, feed the cats, feed myself, decide how I want to spend the day. If I decide I want to play a video game, I always do some horrible job that needs doing. Today, so far, was to move the couch out to reveal where the cute little purr bags have been pooping. That was a rubber glove spray cleaner job.<\/p>\n

I have been sending them out to play with the bigger cats, I am up to a few hours at a time. Soon I hope soon they can move out there permanently. I just want one poop-free room. Pee too. I had a sheet that I was using as a blanket during the hot nights, it dared to touch the floor. The kittens punished it, by using it as a place to pee.<\/p>\n

I immediately ran to the sheet when I saw it on the floor and picked it up and sighed, thinking I had got there in time. I didn’t, I picked it upright in the middle of the wet spot. That is my life, cleaning up after kittens and cats. Why do I do it? Because they are the only ones in my life. At least until I open the door to the online predators on the dating site.<\/p>\n

They devour good men there.<\/p>\n

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