Smart Cats, These.

http://www.moggies.co.uk/articles/types.html

Anyway, all of my cats are blends of gamma and beta. None of them are one or the other. But they each lean toward beta or gamma in their unique ways.

(The only alpha we ever had was Tuesday, a gray tabby... and before that, when I was a child, Muffin, a calico. Like, ultra alphas.)

But these ones. Gamma-Beta. Including the late Rose.

This is probably why Luna is struggling to maintain her dominance and claimed spaces with Calliope. Since all parts of the house are Luna's spots (a very Sheldon Cooper thing), she yells at Calliope even when Calliope gets there first. I need to remind myself that this will happen, and to not be upset with Luna. Everyone is doing Cat Things. It hasn't even been a week.

Also, Calliope slept at Adam's ankles last night. But before that, she cuddled right up under my chin, against my torso, and suckled my shirt and purred intensely. It melted my heart and my soul. Augh. My baby. Also, she is demonstrating her whip smart mind. She is already following me around when I call her and tell her where I'm going. She knows what I talk about. She is anxious to learn. She also has discovered counters and the stove. But even better, she really knows the words NO and GET OFF. Long back legs, this one. Calculating brain. I'll need to have a chat with her about that intellect. As in, this is what you can do, this is what we don't want you to do and why. *grinning sigh* This feline child may grow up to be highly emotionally invested in humans.

Okay, now that I have a domestic brown-gray-blue-black tabby mix with Egyptian Mau and Abyssinian, I'm seeing them everywhere. I need to read up on the actual breeds now.

http://www.cfainc.org/Breeds/BreedsAB/Abyssinian.aspx
http://www.cfainc.org/Breeds/BreedsCJ/EgyptianMau.aspx
http://animal.discovery.com/tv-shows/cats-101/videos/abyssinian.htm
http://animal.discovery.com/tv-shows/cats-101/videos/egyptian-mau.htm

Everything is okay. Really.

Because I'm always the fucked up, mentally bizarre, clumsy, twitchy screwy fool who never gets it right, and even when I try to make it better I do such a poor job it needs to be fixed again and again. Some people call it cute and endearing, some people call it stupid self absorbed insanity. I keep trying. I don't even know. I'm tired of people telling me what I should do just because they want me to. Advice and suggestions are awesome. Pushy preachy sanctimony is awful. And even if I don't do it the way people want me to, at least I'm doing it the best ways I know how.

My best beloved cat is ashes in a box because I waited too long; my floors are never clean enough; I watch the same television shows and movies and read the same books over and over for pure comfort and joy; my memory is disintegrating and the only reason I remember anything specific is because I cheat; I want my friends to be okay with each other; I want to talk about things that confuse and fascinate me which include my disabilities; I collect current My Little Pony toys; I just want people to realize that my autism has a name and they can use it without assuming I'm begging for attention, same thing with my aging cerebral palsy and fibromyalgia; I want people to stop insisting I do yoga and to stop insisting I quit eating wheat or dairy when I don't need to, I can't go vegan, I hate tofu and my body can't handle it, I can exercise all on my own;my drugs, supplements, and therapy sessions are working exactly as well as they should be and I twitch when any of them are attacked by people who don't understand; sometimes I actually do physically feel like an old woman and it is absolutely not ever because I am somehow conjuring it or desiring with magical thinking like in that book about law of attraction with pure belief, and if someone really thinks that kind of awful thing about me, then they seriously need to realize that I do not think like them and never will, and they cannot change that.
I am just me, and as I grow and change it will be me, myself, with bits and pieces of suggestions that I will keep and discard as I grow.

I have no fucking clue what made me write this out. Frustration, upset, irritation.
Feel free to pick it apart or ignore it. Just don't trash my medications or doctors, because in that aspect I am doing just fine. Just... this isn't even "vague posting" or "cryptic posting"... I just needed to release something. Social media like this may not be the best place, but by gods, I have so many people on my feed and friend list who understand and are in a similar place. This is for them.