the unfortunate (sex less) existence of my cat

My cat has been the recipient of more affection today than she is used to as I think she has been in some kind of a scrap or picked up an infection as she can't open her right eye (hmm, this may require some specialist attention!). Her current sorry state got me thinking that she really is a rather unfortunate creature. She was a rescue cat & was taken away from her mother at an early age & as such when we got her she used to suckle on this fluffy nightdress I used to own as a child as if it was her mother. Then there's the fact that she has been subjected to the same flavour of Iam's cat food every day since we got her & I think this has driven the poor girl into the depths of dementia as recently she seems to forget that she has just been out will wonder round the house aimlessly before returning to the door to be let out. Or maybe. . .

. . this is all to fill the large void in her life as we hav deprived her of children. I'm no animal activist but it's all rather strange that if a woman finds out she is unable to conceive children then this is a life changing moment which has a massive impact. Yet we take this away from our pets as an everyday occurence. I recognise the need to control the cat & dog population we wouldn't want them taking over the world after all would we! but the poor thing doesn't even have it explained to her. She just falls asleep & when she wakes up she can't hav children if it were you you wud feel violated. And she must know after all. . ..

And does newtering (shes a girl - does this word apply?!) also take away sex drive?? I no you get the randy dogs who hump legs, or cushions or anything that moves but you don't really hear about horny cats do you. I reckon my cat would want to be a horny devil given the chance. She's a ginger female - very rare we were told - so apparently in the cat word ginger doesn't hold the same stigmatism! But is she now simply unphased by all those prospective bachelor cats out there, couldn't care less about the opposite sex or does she mourn the loss of being a mother. . . how sad :( Perhaps she doesn't keep loitering round the back door to be let out AGAIN because she's lost her marbles, she's simply trying to fill the times & the void in her life left by lack of sex & children!

In the future I think I would like to keep a cat or dog of my own but to let them have their full childbearing potential. I would also quite like a cleaner please (just an after thought!).

the milestone

The other day I reached a milestone in my latest relationship & it wasn't the first kiss, first time we had sex, 3 month anniversary kind of milestone. No, it was the first & hopefully last time he had walked in on me on the toilet - naked (i wud like to take this oppurtunity to explain that I was about to shower & therefore had removed my clothing - obviously)

Anyway he simply surveyed the scene in front of him before shuffling out backwards to my exclamation of 'OH!' those kind of guilty sounds that escape your mouth without you meaning them to. As the door swiftly closed and I lept after it to bolt the door fast all I could do was stand there horrified & feeling slightly violated!

I ran the shower & stood beneath the jet of water considering what angle to take with this. Should I:-

a) pretend it never happened & live on peacefully in ignorant bliss

b) avoid each other in awkward silence & see if he has the balls to address this most embarassing of subjects

or c) launch into an angry tirade ranting about lack of privacy

Never one to shy away from anything I went for a slightly toned down version of option see. So stepping out of the bathroom my towel wrapped around me I re-entered the bedroom where my boyfriend was perched on the end of the bed.

"You are a terrible boyfriend!" I exclaimed trying to make light of the subject, "What has a girl got to do to get a little privacy around here?" He held his hands up - an innocent gesture trying to ward off my attack, "I thought you were just in the shower & was coming in to surprise you. But don't worry, I still fancy you," he teased, but he had this wide-eyed look in his eye. "OH!" (there it was again escaping like that). . I buried my face in my hands wondering if he would keep getting random flash backs to that hideous hideous image of me.

I wondered if we would ever be able to get past this, if I would be paranoid that he would always be picturing me naked on the toilet for heavens sake!!! When I recounted my tale to a friend she was anything but concerned. "I think you reach that point in your relationship when you just feel completely comfortable around each other," she told me (she's been with her boyfriend for over 3 years). "I'll often be cleaning my teeth when Jim's on the toilet, or he will come in & chat to me when I'm on the toilet."

I think my expression gave the game away, I'm not sure I'll ever reach that point in a relationship where I would be happy for either my partner or myself to be present when the other is on the toilet. Some things should just be kept strictly to yourself, am I right?