It’s a Cat Life

The life of the cat blogger is wrought with glamour, as if you didn’t know– sweat and broken fans, proof of foodstamps, night guard retainers, iced coffee, bathtub laundry, homemade bread, single speed bicycles, three part time jobs.

Obviously, there is plenty of time for cats as well. Here are some encounters from recent days.

Jake’s Mormor of good repute sent us an Easter card– please note her cat return address labels! (The other is from our Valentines’ Day card– we have had good holidays.)

(I know that, cat-blog-wise, this is unrelated, but please also note the totally rad corresponding stamp! I hope Mormor knows that I also purchased these stamps last spring, with great excitement and fervor!)

The other night, on a late night moonlight walk through the woods swaddling our town, we saw a cat on the way home. I didn’t catch the cat in time so I caught a Jake instead.



Never the same.

How many separate kitties could there be?

Over and out, scouts. I am sleepy, in my well-worn blouse, drinking icy water, listening to trains fly by. And soon it will be tomorrow, with coffee and showers and sleepy bike rides and lagging paperwork. Until then, there are our dreams and our heat-addled sheet shifting. Jamaican music until Jake comes to bed, and there will be toothbrushing and the sleep sounds of a bearded another. Cats, as usual, will fill my thoughts at least, along with the worries of a nuclear holocaust and/or alien genocide.

I hope the cats win, at least for tonight.


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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3 Responses to It’s a Cat Life

  1. MichaelEdits says:

    I live in Hanoi, where it is currently The Year Of The Cat. As we’ve travelled across Hong Kong and mainland China and Thailand and Vietnam, we’ve eaten whatever they throw in front of us. But I’ve burned up loads of bicycle tire rubber hunting for the appropriate cat food over the years. We even spent a year in a city that doesn’t sell cat litter, since all the beloved local cats use the great outdoors. We live indoors. I’d spend two hours on a bus with an empty suitcase, hit the local supermarket, grab 30kg of litter, and ride home. Cats rule!

  2. bearicaquinn says:

    I’m so glad you stumbled into my blog! Cat do indeed rule. If you’ve got photos of your cat friends, I’d love to feature them! Someone with such an ardent cat-devotion, such as yourself, should be recognized.

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