Dogs or Cats : QOTD

What is good about having a pet?

Well, having owned quite a few pets (dogs, cats, chickens) from a young age, I can tell you that they are certainly both a good thing and a bad thing. The bad thing with dogs is usually poor training or the fact that we forgot to put the bin outside, so it was shredded by Nina and, now, Dobby. Dogs are amazing because in my mind they are on the specially challenged end of the seesaw in comparison with a cat’s intellect. Dogs are big, they jump on you, sit on your head (thanks, Dobby), and provide all sorts of soft cuddliness. They might occasionally trash the house, but you can’t stay mad at them for long.

Now, cats. Oh, dear. They can leave you with lifelong scars all over your body in an instant. The only time you realize that you have been assaulted is when the blood starts dripping from the needle-like claws, puncturing you like a needle. BUT wait, there is something about cats though. You can never put your finger on it. You can see it in their eyes as they track your movements, wondering where to strike next. But no. You pull out the catnip, and suddenly, you have one chilled cat. After the mandatory running laps around the house, they pass out. Cats are harder to please, whereas a dog is just a dog. Cats are more evil and cunning.

Conclusion

In conclusion, dogs are easy to please and they will love you endlessly. They will trust you no matter what. They are there for hugs and can listen to you talk about how crappy your day was. Cats are good for catching mice, flies, spiders, and… well, they are a tough one. But they make you smile. You can talk to them for hours, share a little cheese with them, and when they aren’t cutting you up, they sit in your lap and claim victory against dogs.

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Short Story: About anything

The village of Willow Creek was in fear. For weeks, a large wolf had been attacking people at night. The wolf would always leave the bodies of its victims in the forest, and the villagers were terrified.

The villagers tried to hunt the wolf, but no one had ever been able to find it. The wolf was always too fast and too clever. The villagers were starting to lose hope.

One day, a young huntsman named Eric came to the village. Eric was known for his skills with a sword and a bow, and he was determined to kill the wolf.

Eric set out into the forest, and he soon found the wolf’s tracks. Eric followed the tracks for hours, and eventually, he came to a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was the wolf.

The wolf was huge, and it had sharp teeth and claws. Eric knew that this would be a difficult fight, but he was determined to win.

Eric drew his sword and his flame torch, and he charged at the wolf. The wolf roared and attacked, but Eric was ready for it. He swung his sword and hit the wolf in the chest. The wolf yelped in pain, but it didn’t back down.

The wolf and Eric fought for hours, and neither one of them was able to gain an advantage. Finally, Eric saw an opening, and he drove his sword through the wolf’s head. The wolf fell to the ground, dead.

Eric had killed the wolf, and the villagers were overjoyed. They celebrated Eric’s victory, and they were finally able to sleep soundly at night.

The villagers were so grateful to Eric that they made him the new leader of the village. Eric ruled wisely and justly, and the village of Willow Creek prospered under his leadership.

Easter aka Zombie Jesus Day

It’s been a real roller coaster the past few days, to be honest. I started getting hounded with thoughts and imaginary guilt trips which I really didn’t need. Why I do this to myself I don’t know. Reliving memories and seeing the pain, hurt, and suffering I’ve caused. My brain takes it out of context and amplifies it a thousand times over. Laying in bed not being able to sleep because of all the noise. So I conceded and took Valium early yesterday morning, then iterated it through the day. It helped. I slept at night. Progress. I even managed to mow the grass out back and it looks much better out there now.

Today I woke up and got the dogs out on the morning walk at 7am. Tried to make as little noise as possible so everyone could sleep in. D appeared not long after I was back and she had a moment of doubt about her Easter traditions. So I put my hand up, helped, and think we got it sorted. See. We are a dysfunctional family in a way. D and I sat at the table, B was by the window with his ear defenders on so he could both not see us eat or hear us. S her usual self absent on the sofa. Five minutes passed. Kids had the easter breakfast and disappeared leaving D and me to watch mass on tv. I take that as a victory. The kids left their rooms, they shared the basket offering and wished each other good things, had a plate full of Polish goodness (salads, sausage, and cakes), then ate with us before going. That to me is a win. It’s not massive, by no means normal to have that but considering both kids have MH-related issues it was good.

Part of me wishes for a normal household. One able to go on walks or cinemas without one of the kids being triggered or me for that matter. I do hate the burden I bring but am adamant that it won’t defeat me nor my marriage.

That’s another easter done and dusted. Still got some chocolate egg left so will demolish that.

Hope you’ve all had a good respective holiday 🙂