As most of you know, I've been separated from my cats since moving to Florida. You also know my life has gone to shit since moving here. Well someone now broke into the house my cats were staying in (and ALL my belongings were in) last night and my two babies are missing or stolen.
They've never been outside. They have no collars. They are microchipped but that's it. There are stray dogs EVERYWHERE. The people who likely broke in we're witnessed running from the house with flashlights to another house next door. The witness gave a statement to the police but nothing could be done because the witness didn't see the people exiting the house where the cats were.
I love them. And I don't know if I'll ever see them again. Why the fuck is my life such fucking garbage right now? Why the fuck is all of this happening to me? I'm not a strong person. These cats have multiple times been the reason I haven't killed myself. Now they're gone.
The best thing that's happened in the past month is my shooting with @lovesquish (Instagram) this morning. Good thing I've been an actress for most my life, because I got the call about my cats right as she arrived for the shoot and had to delude myself to keep the shoot. Expect a set dedicated to my kitties in the coming months. It's the most amazing set I'll ever do, based on the circumstances. You can't tell my life is falling apart, thanks to my incredible photographer and her sunny disposition. She really is incredible, in talent and personality. <3
Photos in order: Duchess, Lana, and a photo from the shoot today (not part of the set).
