Skye here, one of Copper's Insiders. I know the rules and do my best to heed them. Blog time.

I guess I had people worried again. Didn't mean to. Thing is, I've put a lot of effort into being nice to Furball, but that cat has triggered me from the start. I love her, don't get me wrong...but...

I've been having FBs lately, mostly about Dad hurting animals. And in all of them, he somehow twists the logic around to make it my fault.

It's a cliche, but I really am the kind of person that dogs and kids instinctively trust. God only knows why. Almost any critter or kid that comes close to me winds up being hurt. And according to Dad, since I brought the whatever home, it's my fault if it is hurt. As an adult I can see how his logic is flawed, but that doesn't change the emotions that go with it.

I've been getting angry at Furball. No real reason, other than she's here. No, that's not true. Anger is often a thin veneer over fear. I'm not afraid of furball, but I am afraid for her.

It's a good thing that the Housemates are gonna take the cat with them.

*sigh* Pull it together, Skye. I've got too much work to do to be crashed out, rolled in a ball and rocking. I dropped the ball bigtime this week, too freaked out to be of any use. Time to pull myself together. I'm tired and I hurt and I really hope the girls come for Furball soon. That's fine. This won't be the first time I've pushed myself to keep going exhausted, freaked out, and in pain.

Seeing as how Copper's been doing exactly that for the past few days, it's about time I took a turn.