I'm not into sad books or movies. I'm just... I'm not into being depressed, okay? I don't like being sad. I usually find it kind of weird that people love to watch and read about people suffering to the very core of their soul. But some peeps can't get enough of it.
So even though I loved John Green's Paper Towns, I knew The Fault in Our Stars, a book about a girl with cancer, a wasn't going to work for me, no matter how many of you out there adored it.
And then the movie happened. And everyone raved. But still, it was A MOVIE ABOUT A GIRL WITH CANCER. I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO RIP MY HEART OUT AND I LIKE IT WHERE IT IS, THANKS.
I don't know what happened this weekend. I was home alone. I had the opportunity to watch it. Everyone loved it so surely I'd be fine. It couldn't break me that much, right? So what the hell.
I watched The Fault in Our Stars. And just like everyone else, I fell in love with Hazel Grace and Augustus.
BUT THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO DO. AND THEN BIG HORRIBLE STUFF HAPPENS.
And then I looked like this.
Thanks John Green, thanks director, Josh Boone, and screenwriters Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber. Thanks Shailene Woodley (Hazel) and Ansel Elgort (Augustus). You ripped my heart out and I bet you're not even sorry.
But it's beautiful, you guys. If you haven't read it or seen it, go remedy that immediately. Maybe I'm starting to understand the joys of having your heart ripped out by fiction, after all.
Well CC has settled in well to her new home. When adopting a fourteen-year-old cat who was left on the RSPCA's doorstep in a box and consequently has no available history, you never quite know what you're going to get.
Well the mystery I brought home is a litter trained, purring cat who loves being brushed, a good tummy rub and head massage.
Which is all A-OK with me. I could do without having my face stomped on between 5 and 7am and ears assaulted with meows each morning because IT IS BREAKFAST TIME AND WHY AREN'T YOU FEEDING ME? but I am learning to accept that due to my love for this cat I will never sleep in again.
In my last post, just before bringing her home, I suggested one of the items on your shopping list before adopting a cat should be a cat bed. Which, yes, in most circumstances, is a very important purchase.
CC, however, has shunned the expensive, oh-so-soft cat bed and prefers sleeping straight on the floorboards under my bed, curled up on a pair of my jeans on the floor, or, if I'm lucky, she shares my bed with me.
And these last couple of weeks she won't leave my bedroom. Ever.
I titled this post "The Monster Outside the Door" for a reason.
And that reason is a king charles cavalier named Toby.
One of these.
He's staying with us for another month until his daddy gets back, and he's the sweetest thing ever. Except when he sees CC. He pretty much wants to eat CC.
Lacking doors in any of the common areas of the house, the safest place for CC (and unfortunately, her litter box) is in my room with me.
Sometimes we lock him outside on gorgeous days like today and open my door wide to give her some freedom... but it seems it doesn't feel safe outside my room. She stares at the open door with wary apprehension, sure the monster is going to round the corner any moment. We've tried introducing them, but it's all a bit too traumatising for CC.
But it's only temporary. And she's currently lying beside me, meowing with indignation each time I stop stroking her.
I better get back to it.
A pet owner's job is never done.
I, Sarah Billington, am an Australian writer of romantic comedies, thrillers, zombies, a TV extra, travel blogger for Expedia and animal blogger for Zookie. I also edit other peoples work sometimes, be they authors or businesses, and design their page layout and book covers.