Birthday Letters

Today I am 23 years old. Here are the cats who were waiting here to greet me.

from Christie, South Berwick, Maine

Semi-wordless, Christie can only utter, "Oh, girl..."

from Cece, not close enough to me, New York

"Let the birthday cat-frump commence!". Girl, you have no idea.

from Mike Shea, Brooklyn, NY 

Mike Shea writes, “happy birfday, catica!”.

Enjoy yourself? Gracious me, how could I not??

from the nameless/namefull kitty in the living room…

Nothing but love.

Actual, physical cat objects given to me by the likes of Jared and Suzanne are image-pending– overall– thank you to all the friends, well-wishers, text message senders, in the car birthday callers, bar-time birthday singers, breaks-on-checks-givers, amazing across-the-hall-neighbors and bearded bed buddies especially– you are all what makes it worth being twenty-three and beyond. Love you.


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 Birthday Letters

  1. Kristin says:

    Happy happy birthday! Hope you’ve been having a great one!

  2. Happy Birthday, Erica.

    Loving Everything About Your Blog,

    The girl who introduced you to Bright Eyes 🙂

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