Cat Kitsch Episode 2: The Cats Who Watch Us Sleep

Take a look at these bros.

As you might imagine, one who is prone to sentimental-sadness and an enormous love for cats might have constructed an altar of Objects of Great Meaning on the windowsill beside the bed one shares with one’s bearded cat-finding companion.

Here it is.

Part One

There is the now-empty bottle of Riesling in the shape of a cat, given to me by Suzanne and Dave. We drank it, stuck a candle in it, and now it illuminates the last 5-15 minutes of each day that Jake and I share. We’re on our second candle now, and the wax has come to drip down enough to make it look like the poor wine kitty is crying.

With joy!

Part Two

Here is the lucky-money-cat Christina and I bought one friendship-forming day two falls ago in Philadelphia, bonding over girls we hated. (She has a matching one, and it lives in the adjoining room.) Trolling through Chinatown, we passed two seedy looking men who, upon appraising us, said, “Oh my gawwwwwwwwwwwwwd”. I WANT ONE MILLION DOLLARS. (Jon claims to have the same one.)

At his feet are the two kitty-cat chopstick holders our old housemate Jacqui gave to me before we left New Zealand. They are small and adorable, which are two qualities I hold in the highest regard. LOOK HOW SLEEPY.

**pictured, but not cat-related items: pink lighter used to light our candles, anjou pear soy based candle that was already in the apartment when we moved here, stones collected in New Zealand & Lusby, MD to represent wonderful and soul-affirming places I have been, Jake’s cigar box full of precious objects and important documents, photo of Kazia and I at her wedding smiling and looking happy, and scrunchie-faced.

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