Gaming is intense.

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I may not be competing with others, or directly.  But I am competing.  And this game can be... very difficult.  So, when Sassy came around, begging for food, right when I got slaughtered by a boss... in part because she was all up in my grill, I shouted, stomped around a bit, and put on a good show.

Only... she wasn't happy with that at all.  I haven't even yelled at her in... I can't remember... three, four, years?  I've... been working on that.  I just don't want to yell, at her, or anyone.  Gaming can bring that out.  But, too, it's... how guys do?  I think so, especially when stressed.

Anyway, after I had had my fit, and was settled, and trying to redo... my thinking... she came back in.  When I looked at her, she hissed at me.  I've... never!  Oh, I... didn't mind.  Fair enough.  I apologized to her, literally.  She knew what I was saying, and that I meant it.

Sidled over, rather quickly actually, and we made up.  I gave her gentle itching, massages, and kind words.  She trusts me, and we got back on good footing.  Further, since she was right, after looking at the time, I went ahead and fed her.  More, I am trying to assure her I won't do that again.  I may yell at the game, and what is going on.  But I may not yell at her, or other living things.  Just... no.  Even when I might be right.  Not the point.

So, I have to sort of watch things.  I am on a temporary pass.  But she... her feelings are still hurt.  I'll sort this out, make good.  Though, yeah.  It can happen.  The thing is, this should happen very often.

I'm pushing things, trying to get things arranged and all.  So... will figure things out.  But, I think I have gotten her, mostly, forgiveness.  But forgiveness does come with... expectations, for the future.  But a good past, and really good to be honest, we can fix this.  Even though it has been three or four years since I have yelled at her, it was probably similar before that.  Though before that it was slightly more frequently.  Two cats, and one... was... so hungry.  I just thought they were both involved, but no.  Ugh.  Which is part of why I absolutely changed my game plan.

When Sam died, I realized Sassy was never a part of the eating, food thievery, and such.  But often got blamed.  I just didn't know.  Even then, I shouldn't have been yelling, and know it.  Now, certainly, though even then.

But, we are back friends.  And I'll work at keeping my anger at the game away from her, our relationship.  

Bedtime.  Just a bit after seven.  Good night, morning, day.