Life as a squishy smallish sad girl is not always easy. In particularly difficult times, the spirits of the family dog, the beloved poet friend, the distinguished grandfather, and the childhood-mom-figure all escape through the living room window at once, leaving those of us leftover to sit, sad, and laugh at the funny things that uncles say, hold each other, eat tremendous helpings of pasta, bicker over small things with great familiarity, and nestle closely together. For this amount of love and hilarity to be present, we must be lucky.
I know I am even luckier because of the greatly-appreciated pieces of cat-couragment I’ve received in the last few days. Thank you to all. This is for you.
Roy, upon remembering his familal committments to our family (Momcat has regrettably said that he is a “permanent fixture”), sent in this series of videos– among others– to me.
Christian the Lion (this has made my weep on many lovely occasions)
and….a unique looking cat.
Quinn sends in both Tigers on Surfboards dot com (his favorite is “Crime”, pictured below)
Through it all, there is the cat who has been Getting Me Through since before Erin and JQ stopped being afraid of her…Round Cat!
Ever-present, superbly-nuzzly, perfectly soft, and a revenge barfer to boot– Cally is a constant source of comfort and stability in my life.
And let me not forget– without the perpetual support and cajoling of this kitty’s bearded snuggle pal, pictured below, I might just melt into a puddle of self-indulgent mushiness and let my head spin right off and then I’d worry forever and perish lonesomely, in a pile of afghans and ninety-seven cats.
So thank you, to you too.
“Isn’t that right, Cavey?”