I am trying not to spiral into despair because of the world. it's a lot of suck right now.
I have a weird hope mechanism. Give me 1-2 piece of horrifying news items and I'd be depressed. Give me more than that, and I'll enter a stage of "if nothing we do matters..." and get up and do/organize stuff. Maybe it is an adaptation to living here, but I just don't want to let the m-f take away my hope and humanity; I also don't have the energy and the capability to act with anger anymore. It tires me to try and contain it, and it makes my actions blind and dangerous.
However, in better news. After two years of spending dozens of hours trying to capture her, one very patient vet and a special cage (which name I cannot Google its name in English), and an hour of trying to get her inside the special cage, Batcat is finally vaccinated. Poor kitty. She resisted the entire thing. She's probably planing to kill me in my sleep tonight.
Edit: and yay Jesse's news!