29 November 2009

my cat is a very good therapy cat. just when i was beginning to suspect that he had lost his mind and i was going to lose mine too he jumped up to where i was sitting and curled himself up, head at my knee. there are photos of us gazing adoringly at one another. we are calmer now.

9 comments:

Soren Lorensen said...

maybe I should set up a charity that pairs forsaken cats with forsaken people if they can't afford a cat or did not know that cats had special helaing powers...

Soren Lorensen said...

*healing

wrenna said...

it was my psychologist who kept insisting i needed a cat, which is a pretty blunt thing to say but i am sure there is also a basis in oxytocin.

the first time i was in the hospital there was a man who looked like hannibal lector who had brought a picture of his cat. he had some funny story about his uncle being in the photo (in a photo on the wall) and the cat being the boss and coming along and biting him which i would set up for him to tell at the lunch table.

Mad Bird said...

Sweet cat.

My chicken is a very good therapy chicken! :)

Mad Bird said...

Well, I wasn't "prescribed" my chicken, but any/every time I get panicky about food, or anxious, and thinking my "food's gonna eat me" sorta like, as in food is the worst thing in the world and I better run as far away from it as I can, if I go in the backyard and hold her, she just seems to sense that, and chirrs and lays her head on my leg and it just calms me down. So I was relating sort of to your cat...

wrenna said...

birdie, if no one else had said so yet today, you are super sweet.

Mad Bird said...

May I have permission, possibly, to access your other blog?

wrenna said...

i'd prefer not. i don't write there anymore. it was a lot like this blog but more agitated. it reflected that i'd come to blogging via the reading of sex blogs, trying to sort out some feelings i had about a past relationships and the difficulty i had communicating. i kept saying that i was completely nuts. then there were pictures of the vegetables i was growing in my garden and the bog where i walk, and odes of wonder to the goldfish that i eventually returned to the pet store while psychotic because i thought they would get too hot and die in my house. i didn't really talk about being sick at all. it's painful and harmless and i'd rather not go there.

Mad Bird said...

I only just now went back and read your reply. Hey, that's fine, I understand. We all have our private diaries. I have mine, too.