I get reunited with my cat in a week.

I was near the point of giving her away because of her intolerance of other cats (she is brutally mean to them and I am in a home with 2 other cats right now) and a lack of choice because I was facing homelessness but Dana saved my life and hers by fostering her for a few months while I prepare to move.

I know Mouse will be mad at me because she will have felt like I abandoned her but I am willing to give all the clothy mice, treats, and hugs to make that up.
I never would have forgiven myself had I had to give her away. I can't even express how much this cat has changed my life. I literally would be dead if not for her. I would have killed myself but my obligation to care for this sweet cat has made me stick around.

I actually plan to include in my memoir how this cat has kept me alive.
Oh, Mousey-wousey. I can't wait to see you and hug you and have you annoy the shit out of me every day by drinking my drinks and meowing non-stop if I don't pet you.

I love you, Mouse, more than you will ever know.

My cat is self-aware, looks in the mirror daily, and knows how to turn on lights. She's kind of a bad-ass.