Howling Wier

Okay, it was obviously an accident. I'd never deliberately harm my cat. I had a very vivid dream, where I was a werewolf. I chased that feral down and clamped my jaws over her throat- only to wake up to find that I'd bitten Luna in my sleep. I feel terrible about it because she's kinda sick after the fight with that asshole cat. She was cuddling for comfort and I betrayed her. Not deliberately, but still. she doesn't trust me at all now. I had to cancel the vet appointment, because I don't want him to figure out I bit her. He'd definitely assume it was deliberate and I'd get in deep trouble. I can't afford to go to jail for animal abuse. My family needs me. And besides it wasn't even animal abuse it was an accident. So, luckily, somebody on reddit messaged me privately with a source for antibiotics. They literally saved Luna's life! I need to do some research about how to dose it, but if the meds get here in time, everything will be

 I know normally I use this space to process my feelings with a bit of poetry.  But I don't feel especially poetic right now.  It's been a long day- full of people doubting me.  If you've been following along on youtube or reddit, you know that this morning when I was taking out some trash a feral cat actually leapt into my house.  My cat (Luna, aptly named, don't you think?) leapt into action faster than a motherfucking bullet.  She was like a demon fresh from hell, yowling and shrieking as she repeatedly leapt on that bitch-ass intruder.  She chased him all across the yard tearing fur out by the clumps from that other cat. Now I didn't want my cat to get injured, so I tried to split them up. Obviously I used a broom so I wouldn't get mangled between two hell-creatures.  I finally got Luna inside, and discovered she was bleeding.  Now two things come from this,  1: I want to kill that fucking stray. If I can figure out how to trap it, then it's as good as

     Yesterday I found myself in a shit storm. Literally and figuratively. The baby shat all over my arm, a bunch of clean laundry, and the floor.      I panicked when it happened, and yelled for my wife. She came upstairs, freaked out about me interrupting her zoom meeting, took the baby and then stormed away.      I was overwhelmed and scared that the baby might be sick. And I was pissed that she was making me clean it all by myself when I was so obviously at my wits end (in hindsight, she actually helped a ton by taking the baby. I was just to caught up in shock to realize or appreciate at the time).       I made the idiotic mistake of posting about it on r/amitheasshole ...      I accept the point of the sub is to find judgment on whether I was an asshole. In some ways I was. BUT then these fuckers on there started slandering me about being a bad dad. They dug all the way into my post history, and every little complaint I said about my youngest son they threw it back at me. They st

In the cold dark... a lonely wolf howls.  Only wind howls back. T he haggard beast scowls.  Every sinew aches, but he's too low, he must go higher.  He must climb, push his muscles through the fire. He is old, he is weak and he is starved to the bone.  The wolf will not survive another winter alone.  The world's grown dim, though his sight was once so keen.  He needs to go higher, he yearns to be seen. He tastes the air, up here the scents are bolder-  the breeze carries the miles... it also grows colder. Harsh icy stones, his paws are beginning to bleed-  but he climbs the cliff! To be seen is his need. Against the raw of the earth he pants and he heaves.  Higher yet! Ice grabs his fur... his body will freeze.  Stumbling, dragging his belly through the snow,  nose to the wind and he knows which direction to go. He hauls his frozen body right up to the brink,   and here at the end of the his life the wolf starts to think . But The Thought  is far to heavy to bear...   What if t