In times of duress, turn to cats. (Friends too.)

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.

From Suzanne-- this sticker now graces the inside of my peacock-adorned cookbook. It reminds me always to grin, and not to eat cats.

This came from Christie, along with some pretty boss peanut butter noms. This morning, exhausted, my mom and I arrived to my apartment after having been on the road for three hours-- Mom, getting ready for the ride home, me, preparing for a long day at the stationary store. Then we picked this package out of the mail slot. Resume the good feelings.

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.

Ninja Cat

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)

and this picture of Salvador Dali, exclaiming, “hey did you know that Dali had a pet ocelot? Pretty cool!” Pretty cool indeed, Quinn! Thank you for your gift of cats and art.


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?”


About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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7 Responses to In times of duress, turn to cats. (Friends too.)

  1. ccJaspers says:

    new pet idea. lion.

  2. ccJaspers says:

    his name will be chrisopher columbus Jaspers forever.

  3. ccJaspers says:

    I mizzpelled that. I mean crizzofer columbus Jaspers forevaz

  4. Christie says:

    Glad you liked zee cookiiiiies…..Sorry if they were all crumbly from the big box…Perhaps you’ll receive something else soon, toooo!

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