Exhausted

I'm exhausted.

I also feel embarrassed to feel this way.

I met the most wonderfully courageous lady,  who despite a serious medical condition, walks the streets feeding cats.

Like many others she does it out of the goodness of her heart. She is inspirational.

I'm running round like a headless chicken. Cats at vets. Cat in the bathroom, cats out the front. Cats everywhere, but not our boys.

All the conversations on my phone are to do with cats. I save strangers names with a clue for myself to remember them. Like, Sarah, Monty lookalike, cats. I lose track if I don't manage myself this way.

Ive got pins all over the place to save identifying the same cat twice, trying to save time.

Life is whizzing by at 100 miles an hour since the boys were taken. 

I do want to moan. Say im tired. There's not enough hours in a day. It's just after meeting the lovely lady who is sick, feeding the cats I have no right. I'm physically fit and able. I can't complain.

We are driving, walking, sitting in vets, managing the boys social media, trying to run a business, get microchipped.ae off the ground - and other normal stuff like shopping. We've always done our shopping physically. Now we do it online. We dont have the time. Quick meals, feed our cats, administer meds,  check they're all doing ok.

We have the kitten who wants attention, Seona who is doing really well but is a lap cat. Our laps are full with laptops or a quick plate of food. The cats we have need some attention. It feels like we are failing at everything at the moment.

Can't find our boys. Can't manage our life. 

I know I'll wake up ready to go again tomorrow. We have no choice. 

Just a moany day. I'll be back on track tomorrow.

No matter what, we just cant give up looking for our boys.