The Cozy Cauldron

Sometimes I ponder what it would be like being a glorious fluffy fat cat living in the mansion of a lonely elderly lady that treats her cats as those they are their kids. Overfed and sleeps the day away while batting things off tables and having humans pick up after me. However I’m a grown adult that’s responsible for keeping small humans alive. My fur baby is a staff-chow mix. I also have a fat cat who is overfed, and bats things off tables, and I’m not a rich lady in a mansion.

The dog is another toddler in my life, no doubt about it. Always getting into the things she shouldn’t, constantly having to see what she’s chewing on. I love her to pieces. I think she understands all she needs to. She’s well loved, and when I think of animals knowing more, I think of the episode of Rick and Morty where the dog becomes so intelligent he takes over the world and makes humans bow down to dogs. Really can’t get more cozy than Rick and Morty.

My cat is unbothered as long as she has food in her bowl. This morning was a 3:30 a.m. wakeup call, I let the baby oversleep last night and I knew the consequences, but instead I decided if he needs this sleep now at least we can nap in the morning. Some others may wake him so they don’t suffer the consequences, but luckily I don’t have to work this week.

After a lot of putting in resumes, and after three interviews, and getting asked to go to another interview, with rejection in between. I decided I don’t want to work five days a week for someone else. I’ve never been happy trying to do it all. I end up burnt out, miserable. If I don’t have to choose that lifestyle then why should I?

I decided to go after a job that may not be a career, but it’s for now. A for now so I have some extra income without creating a miserable life of me working the week, then having two days to spend with my family and get things that I need to do complete before the week begins all over again.

I have two degrees, yet I choose to stay home because that’s what makes me happy. I like the slow life. If I could get my pets to understand one thing, it would be for them to know I’m sorry for the days of chaos, but I’m pretty sure they thrive in it too.