Marmoset, in rough times, I cheer up the same way you do. I pray this storm passes and the sun comes out for you soon as you deserve.
Look up my threads "Rags to Riches" and "A Cat and a Storm" – there are about 5 very uplifting stories there.
One I'm not sure if I posted already:
One night I was feeding the strays unusually late, it was after midnight. And all the street lights had gone out, there was a blackout. I was in a dark alley surrounded by bushes. There was no human around outside, or probably a block from me. Suddenly, I see a man and he starts coming straight up to me. I say in a quiet voice 'Stay right there'. He continues on towards me. I say 'Go away or I'll scream' and threaten him with the heavy metal spoon for serving the meat to the strays. He gets a couple feet from me, I inhale to scream and he says: "I don't want to scare you, we're just desperate to find our cat, look, my girlfriend is here'. (he calls her over). The young woman was blond and spoke only American English. Americans in my country are the big cat lovers and protectors. I put my spoon away.
But I was still very angry that he'd approach me that way, so I said I couldn't help and to go away. He insisted and insisted and tried to show me a photo, taken the week before. He said his neighbor, a cat hater, had trapped his indoor-outdoor cat and thrown her in the midst of a huge park nearby. Now I was furious. What chances were there that the cat might show up at my feeding station of all places, from a park that runs along the two most crowded cities in the country?!
'Go away immediately or I'll report you for not reporting your neighbor' I said between my teeth, took a split second glance at the photo over my shoulder and left. I laughed to myself because the cat's face was the same as my dear Hilda's, a stray extremely close to me whom I've cared for for years. At last, they left! That was uplifting to me! (I looked out for their lost cat for several weeks but, needless to say, never found her).
Another uplifting story, also connected to my stray Hilda:
I was very concerned in those times because Hilda had been acting strange. I was about to take her to the vet. She'd choose to eat away from me instead of on my lap as usual, at times she was aloof as if there wasn't a special bond between us or wouldn't respond to my call, which she normally does immediately by jumping on my lap. Sometimes I'd see a sad look in her eyes, but a very deep sadness that was totally uncharacterstic of her. The next minute she'd be out of her fugue and herself again, all happy to be with me. Something was very wrong.
One night I was kneeling by her side in the middle of the sidewalk trying to persuade her to come sit on my lap on the park bench as usual, with zero success. 'Come on, Hilda, you know how you like it there with me' I said and pointed back at the bench, casting a quick glance at it. …Only to see Hilda sitting there happily, waiting for me to come join her!
I turned my head back - so who was this cat?! I dashed to the pocket of my feeding bag, where the man had shoved the paper slip with his phone number a few weeks before.
I had never seen a cat go from profound sadness to elation in a moment. Wish I'd recorded it, to show people who think cats have no emotions.
The Royal von Meouw Dynasty: His Royal Highness the late Prince von Meouw,
Her Royal Highness Princess Gatita von Meouw, Nikita Duchess of Meouw and
His Highness Cuchi-Cuchi, next in line for the throne of Prince von Meouw.