Good company

He is lovely. He makes me happy. He makes me smile and laugh. He greets me when I come home, every day. He is cute cat (of course). He is getting sweeter and cuddlier every day since the removal of his masculinity. Today I felt a cold coming, and decided to go home and cough instead of coughing on the microscope at work. I fell asleep instantly on my couch, and after two hours cute cat woke me up by repetitively stepping up and down with his front paws on my chest. Purring. It is a very nice way to be woken up, I promise you. He thereafter did something he has never done before. He went up on my chest, walked in a little circle, and then cuddled in to a small ball on top of me. Purring. I petted him, and he purred even louder. We lay like that together for half an hour or so.

Then I had to get up, walk out into the cold rain, to talk to my psychiatrist. You have to be very determined to make such a decision. Leave a soft warm couch with cute cat, to go out into the rain to another useless meeting. Don't misunderstand this though. I like that I have my psychiatrist to talk to, and that he tries to help me. Everything is just so slow, and each individual meeting most often feels totally useless at the time. But in retrospect, some of the conversations seem to contribute to my overall recovery, and increase my understanding of "things". I was very happy though, when I was able to return home to an awating cute cat and a warm apartment. I love cute cat's company. What did I ever do before I had him?