How My Anxiety-Riddled Cat Made Me a Better Person

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Some days are harder than others... Some days are harder than others…

It took me thirty minutes to put away the groceries this morning.  Thirty minutes to complete a simple task that should have taken five, maybe ten minutes at most.  Unless you have a cat with an anxiety disorder.

Yes, I said a cat with an anxiety disorder.  Our Muggsy, who paces from the kitchen, through the living room, to the door of the bedroom where my husband is trying to sleep in preparation for a long holiday weekend working the night shift.  A cat who emits loud, plaintive mewls in the ear of my no longer sleeping spouse, causing me to pause in the grocery unloading to remove him (cat, not husband) from the bedroom.  Closing the bedroom door does more harm than good as the neurotic cat sits wailing in front of the door cursing his lack of opposable thumbs, so I leave…

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