Irritated...

Sometimes when I think I have my life under
control in some ways, something always comes and bites
me in the face. Some times literally. Little miss thang
bit me in the face pretty hard today. Although I do like her,
the love part has yet to kick in. Some days I regret it... like
yesterday when she took a big chunk out of my Sammy's ear.
That's MY boy. I wonder if I did wrong by him by having this
little creature here. I'm wondering if I should have thought
about it longer. I wonder if he's going to be ok. He
seems to tolerate her... about as much as I do. Sure, she's cute,
and purrs and is warm and sometimes, like now, can be snuggly.
I would make a horrible mom. I have decided that today. If
I feel this way about a kitten, how would I feel about a baby.
What is wrong with me? I can't save the world. I said I fell
in love with this little ball of fur but I didn't. It wasn't the same.
It wasn't close to the same. I don't know. Just a ramble I guess.