It’s Been Awhile

Seems like I used to blog a lot. Back then, it’s what helped get out what was going on. I’ll be honest, from 2017 until 2025, it’s been one fucked up wild ride. Something you just can’t make up.

The amount of trauma I’ve sustained over the past few years has been to put it lightly, a lot. I often reflect back on “the years of hell” quite a lot. I guess you can say I’m a survivor.

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve actually sat down to actually write something down. Since the heart attack, things just aren’t the same. But I’m still me, I’m still here. I still have my awkward sense of humor. I’m still alive.

To start off with, Aggie turned 40 this year. Pretty awesome. We went out to Fogo De Chao to celebrate. She completed all the 14’rs Colorado has to offer. It’s truly an accomplishment to do that, it’s definitely not easy.

Our fur babies are growing up way too fast. Over the past summer, there was a tiny orange cat at Petco that sat for at least 4 weeks. Nobody was adopting him. Everytime I would stop to pick up food for the kids, I’d always stop by in the hopes that I wouldn’t see him, but no. The final time I saw him there, it’s almost like he recognized me. He kept reaching out of the little holes of his cage. Meowing at me. Giving me that look…. I caved.

I sent a few messages over social media, but no response from the shelter he was apart of. I emailed frantically in the hopes that I’d be able to bring him home and keep him safe. I felt so bad that what I think was his 2 brothers were adopted, but not him. Probably because he has a little acne on his chin. I adored him every time I’d see him. A few hours went by, and the shelter replied.

I frantically filled out all the paperwork to start the adoption process. After about 3 days, I was able to go pick him up and bring him home. When they let him out of his little cage, he ran to me and jumped on my lap. He was just a big ball of orange lightning full of energy. It felt right.

I named him Helios. Gotta stay in my theme of Greek mythology. Before I brought him home, I brought him to Aggies work so she could meet the new kitten. She seemed pretty tickled with him, I love seeing Aggie smile. After he ran around a little bit, I scooped him up in his box, and brought him home.

Usually when you introduce a new cat to the house, you’re supposed to gradually introduce them to the others. Keeping them separated, with small visits. As time goes on, you just slowly give them more time together.

I was too excited to have another kitten. So I didn’t do what you’re supposed to do. I dove right in with him. Letting him roam the house. Letting him meet his new big brother… and of course, the girls.

Oh boy

I had a feeling (like last time with Hades) that Venus was going to be extremely upset, I wasn’t wrong. After about 15 minutes of her seeing him at home, I think it set in. She became super aggressive. Angry. Really upset at everyone. She would hiss and cat slap anyone / anything that got near her. She would hunt him and hiss and yell at him.

I did keep a very close eye on him, and Venus. This lasted for about a week or so, as time went by, things calmed down. He seemed to be fitting in nicely with everyone else. His acne isn’t great. There’s a big spot on his chin, and a little bit on his left lip.

More soon