That damn cat

 I don't know where I would be right now if not for that damned cat and feeding time. 

I was so lost, so overwhelmed. Crying and screaming and dying into a silly bed my kid made. My heart was shattering and shattering. I couldn't breathe, couldn't lift my head from the pillows. I couldn't anything. I couldn't be. So much pain I caused was just piling on top of me, pushing my head down harder. 

I felt like giving up. Just screaming all the air out and not letting any back in.

But the cat needed to be fed. She jumped on the bed and cried at me. Moved around the bed and cried again. I would lift my hand and she would dart toward the door, only to come back and cry again. I turned my head from the pillow and said "ok, I'm going." She didn't accept that and kept crying till I was up and moving. 

I got her food, and made the bed. I cleaned the litter box. I made my morning calls. I'm going to cut the lawn. I do not know about tomorrow, but I know I'll be feeding that damn cat at least.