u/FewSpeaker7905

Larry The Cucumber is looking for a new home.

We are looking to rehome our 1 year old cat, Larry. After a year of trying to introduce them, our older cat still tries to attack him every time she sees him. He deserves a better environment than we can provide for him.

He is neutered and current on all his vaccines. Indoor only. Will only rehome to indoor only households.

He is very energetic and wants to play, he would be well suited for a home with other cats or older kittens who enjoy roughhousing. He can be very persistent in trying to get the other cats to play, so he would not be well suited for a home with cats who wouldn't appreciate that.

Larry is curious and mischievous, he likes to steal small trinkets and hide them in your shoes. He is quick to warm up to people and usually other cats, provided they're introduced correctly.

Larry eats houseplants, which is something to be considered. Larry also eats human food if let's unattended with it.

He is very silly, cute, and if I'm being honest, bad. He's just straight naughty.

If you're looking for a cat who is always doing something bad but lowkey funny, he is the cat for you. He considers himself above the law. He is wanted in 3 states.

He is also trained to come for treats when you call his name a certain way which is super cute.

We will be taking our time to make sure the home he goes to is a good fit, and are willing to take him back for any reason. We love him, and truly want him to be in an environment that meets his needs.

I (30f) was finally diagnosed last year. I've known for about 6 years.

I'm so burnt out all the time. I have two kids and work full time even though mentally, I really cannot. I'm too "high functioning" to qualify for disability income. I dissociate through life. My only breaks are evenings on the weeks my kids are with their dad.

I literally just go to work and go home to crash. I have no social life. I have no hobbies. I have very little enjoyment at all in life.

I have to save all my spoons for my kids. On my parenting weeks I put on a brave face and mask through activities. And as soon as they go to bed I stare at the wall and cry.

I have no quality of life whatsoever.

I don't see a way out of this. I'm so poor despite working full time. I barely make ends meet with a roommate sharing the bills. And I have nothing else to give. I don't even have what I'm already giving. People tell me "take care of yourself, you can't pour from an empty cup". My cup has been empty for nearly 20 years.

I didn't know I was autistic when I had my kids. I grew up in a cult, and birth control wasn't allowed. I was married in an arranged marriage at 19. A mom of 2 by age 21. I was never cut out to be a mother. I love my kids, I love kids in general, I thought I wanted to be a parent. But I had no idea how disabled I was. I should not have been a parent, despite my love and desire for children.

I genuinely believe my life will just be suffering until the end. Therapists tell me to "think positive" and give myself "more credit". I give myself so much credit, but I have no positivity left to give. I am dead inside. My whole life is fulfilling obligations. There is nothing left for me at the end. There is no room for my passions, or my happiness, or my rest.

In this lifetime, all I am is a mother and an employee. I hope when my kids are grown, maybe there will be more for me. That's the only hope I have left.

Cat in need of a new home