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I Nearly Punched My Cat Tonight

I’m not proud of this.  But thirty minutes ago, I nearly punched my cat.

I definitely have anger issues.  When something goes wrong in certain ways, I react with a fight-or-flight mentality.  I remember once during Hell Week at my fraternity, after only fifty minutes of sleep the first night, some members came into the place I was sleeping and banged on pots and pans.  I jumped up (they told me), and I took a fighting stance as if I was ready to attack.  I was asleep and didn’t remember.

The good news is that I never have been in a real fight.  I’m not afraid of being in a fight, but I don’t seem to attract those situations.  I’m a pretty nice guy, and I don’t seem to piss people off in that way.

My cat peed on my bed again today.  I only know because I was laying down in my bed on the phone, just like a 13 year old girl.

I swear to you, this was the exact position I was in.

I realized I was laying in cat urine.  Fresh.

Now, I’ve talked about this situation before, and how I started giving my cat Prozac, which is the ONLY thing that seems to work.  But after a while she stopped taking it, and it became nearly impossible to administer.

Anyway, I got so angry and grabbed her (all the while yelling choice explitives which echoed through my headset in my girlfriend’s eas) and took her into the kitchen to force a pill down her throat.

I was so incredibly livid that had she struggled or tried to scratch me, I would have smacked her.  I’m embarrassed to say this, but it’s true.  In that moment I hated my cat and wanted to hurt her.

After I settled down, I realized that part of this was about me seeing myself in the cat’s imperfection.  What I mean is that somehow this cat pee is indicative of me not being happier with my own position in life.  I can yell and scream at the cat, because she’s an easy target.  But I’m really screaming at myself.

I have parts of my life that I hate.  I’m sure we all do.  But when I get in those moods, no gratitude list can get me out of the funk.  I think I’m being totally logical and accurate in the way I judge myself.  The problem is this – I probably am totally accurate, but I’m also totally unfair.  I give myself no slack, and therefore, I give my cat no slack.

She probably has a weird medical condition or a UTI or whatever.  She’s a good cat.  She just isn’t perfect.  I need to remember that I am imperfect, too.

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