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credit where credit is due - not a gripe or complaint bemoan v. express discontent or sorrow over (something) This is not a gripe, or even a complaint, I am just bemoaning a recent incident. is not an attempt publicly shame, or make anyone feel guilty, is just my life, my emotions, my perception, etc. Please take as such. has been a rift between eve and I these last few years, revolving around the fact that I have not, at any time, made her or our relationship the focus of extensive blog posts. I made a choice write mostly about myself, not JUST my love story or JUST my sex story, and it has been a thorn in her side. It’s not that I’ve never written about her, because I have and still do, it’s just the depths that she hoped for, I have not plumbed. The reasons are myriad, and I might address them at some point, but right now I have something different to write about. Nobody in my life doesn’t know about eve. They might not know much about her, and some might not have even seen a photograph, but they are aware she exists and is a part of my romantic and daily life. When it comes to my online presence, I do not hide this fact one bit. She still might be mentioned infrequently, and I might not have many pictures of her for all to see, but my darling eve is no secret. If something important, special, dramatic, unfortunate happens in my life that involves her, and I write about it, I don’t omit her from the tale. Even when I talk about the kittens we have been fostering I make sure to refer to her, as well as the broader “we”. Nobody that reads my posts thinks I am taking care of these animals on my own; they know I have help. So you can imagine how disappointed I was to see a post eve put up recently on , where she blatantly took full credit for fostering and finding a new home for one of the feral kittens we’ve both been working with; Robin. are reasons for my complete omission, but I’m not going detail them, mainly because they are personal and a bit lame in my opinion. Seeing her post was like building a house, having her come over occasionally paint or something, but when was all done watching her tell the world; “ at what I built!”. was insulting, and though I do understand her reason(s) and try very hard not take personally, I’m afraid ’s not easy. The work I do with these kittens is noteworthy. I put my heart, and many hours into getting them to come out of the darkness and into a better life. The room right next to mine, that I have to walk through in order to get downstairs, was transformed into a place for the animals we will foster, just for that purpose. I am giving, sacrificing, working, putting my heart into it, and someone else is taking credit. How can I not take that personally?  Breo was a feral that eve caught and I fell in love with, but I had to commit a lot of time and heart into getting him socialized and used to people, not to mention the fact that he was sick, had ear mites, fleas - he was in bad shape. I was a large, integral part of making him the crazy cool amazing young cat he is today. He is the inspiration for everything that has followed when it comes to fostering animals.  Robin and Luca were feral brothers that came to us at different times, but have both managed to find promising forever homes. They weren’t as difficult to socialize as Breo, but each came with his own unique challenges. Both of them grew comfortable with people because of combined efforts, not singular ones. I was not the person involved in getting them “adoptable” but once again, I was an integral part.  We now believe that Jazzmine was so anti “other cats” that she would never have really felt comfortable in our home, but thankfully we don’t have worry about that because she also find a very promising living situation retire in. This lovely but highly skittish lady pretty much never left my room the entire time she was with us, and if she did it was brief, and then she scurried back her home base. I did everything I could make her feel comfortable and at home, and during that process we shared many wonderful moments together. She became a part-time lap cat, scurrying across the room to jump on me as soon as I sat down in front of the computer for instance. Our morning ritual at the end included me rubbing a lotion on my legs that I knew put her in ecstasy, just so she could have that to break up the monotony and stressful existence she was living. We bonded, and I would have been happy if she’d never left our house, save for the fact that she would probably would have never felt quite comfortable here. Where she is now, are no other cats, her dotes on her, and she has a good life. I was an important part of bringing her from point A (shelter) point B (new home) and take great pride in that. I could do what I do an never receive an ounce of praise or credit. If I could just spend the rest of my life taking care of these animals, I would do it anonymously if necessary, but what I can’t abide is someone else taking full credit for it. Keep me anonymous if that’s what you need do, refer me as your partner, but do whatever takes show your gratitude for what I’ve done because it’s no small thing. That’s how a team would treat the situation and that’s what eve and I are supposed be. Hopefully things will change. |
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