Sometimes it just takes a reminder to snap our psyche back to a positive place. That reminder came when thinking how I really don’t want to be known as the girl who killed a kitten. So I’ve made the decision that I have to find a way to make this relationship work, whether it be imagining him as a sweet, gentle cat or just imagining him making it to any future date at all. If, after A LOT of positive imagery, this cat does not improve, I will assume that Satan truly did send him to ruin my life and he will be ejected. That’s the interesting thing about the law of attraction that I’m not sure about: at what point do you just take a Mulligan? Maybe I need to read those books again. In the meantime, say a prayer for me and Bear.