tag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-10:2997768princessofburundiprincessofburundiprincessofburundi2017-05-17T08:50:51Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2017-04-10:2997768:11629BP and Cats2017-05-17T08:50:51Z2017-05-17T08:50:51Zgrumpypublic2I have figured out why I'm not depressed or anxious. I can also explain the extreme lack of sleep, the racing thoughts, and the high-dose enthusiasms....I'm manic. It's been so long since my last mania (years) that I'd forgotten what it feels like. This is only hypomania, when I'm fully manic I have tons of energy despite lack of sleep, and I don't have even a drop of energy now. It's 4:45 a.m. I'm wide awake and pissed off about it. <br /><br />Then there's Olive, the older of my two cats. She's approximately three, and Roo is around two. Olive is driving me nutso. She's whiny, demanding, annoying, and I can usually put up with her, but right now I feel like putting her in a shoebox, taping it up, poking some breathing holes in it, and FedEx-ing her <i>somewhere</i>. I don't know where. Olive is my son's cat, and he's abandoned her for his fiancee's cat in Vancouver, and I just have to put up with her. I've never disliked a cat before, I love the whole species, but she is really, really not my cup of tea. <br /><br />Grrr. I want sleep and for my cat to stop climbing the fucking curtains and scratching the walls.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=princessofburundi&ditemid=11629" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments