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We got new dining room chairs and our cat loves them. She sleeps on them and cuddles on them. And gets fur on them.

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I don't know if I have mentioned this already, but we have a new feline addition to the family. She is a four-month-old, black kitten named "baby" and she is an absolute joy. She makes an excellent playmate for my 18 month old cat, "Millie" and although she can be a bit of a terror at times we all love her immensely.
 
I am so thankful Barbarian for what you said. My daughter drove me there and back because I was so scattered. I miss them. I had a small animal community and now it is down to my one dog who is cuddling me now. I am so grateful to have her.
 
I had a great dane that I rescued that, one time when we were sitting on the porch, tried to put my head in her mouth. She did it very gentle like, but I thought it was hilarious. She was trying to get me to play. She died of complications from a life of abuse(until I had her) and bloat. She was a sweetheart. Unfortunately, she was so skinny from being malnourished so long, and she couldn't be over 100 lbs because of her hip/nerve problems, that people thought I was her abuser. That was hard to handle. She was definitely loved a million times over while she lived in our house. For the life of me I do not understand why people are so cruel.
 
The puppycat tore up her bed yesterday. When my other half picked up the fluff and looked at her, she dropped her tail, looked off to one side, half closed her eyes and started shaking. She flinched every time he moved, so he patted her but she wouldn't stop flinching, so he picked her up and put her in her bed with a gentle pat.

Later that evening, I was sitting in front of the TV with her cuddled to my side on the arm chair, and I was looking at her long arched neck, and her gentle eyes when she looked at me, and couldn't help starting to cry.

How can anyone want to hurt an animal so loving and noble, when hurting her so obviously doesn't work? She's not stupid, my father is the idiot. Some days I wish I could do to him everything he did to me, but he's such a weakling and coward he would have offed himself because he's not as strong as me, and can't take it.

And then my mother tells me that that I can't function or reason properly, my mind isn't working and I can't tell the difference between fact and fiction.

What a sub-species of reptile he is, and she his handler.
 

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