(I guess it is the afternoon.)
I’ve been spending a lazy Saturday to this point with crossword puzzles and Louis Armstrong and coffee with Mon Bon Croissant Fromage Frère while our Momcat rolls and dusts and boils our Easter pierogies into existence. As predicted yesterday, after sleep my soul was healed. We cool.
Here are some cats of leisure, for your weekend. They represent the kitties we found when Jake’s seastar Ingrid visited us in Brooklyn two weekends ago. It was a sleepy, wandering Saturday like this one, which began with us going to bed at dawn and waking much later in a puppy pile and eating fried rice under blankets. A lengthy stroll through Williamsburg and Greenpoint followed, and we had the great pleasure of meeting Ingrid’s friend from way back from another time and place, Brian. Our pleasant and blustery walk yielded much laughter and conversation and at one point Ingrid and I jumped over the same bag and we were glad that we are friends. (The next day I did the same thing to a pigeon which was nearly disastrous.)
If you are like me you are lucky to have loved ones in seemingly every corner, ones who misunderstand text messages and wait outside your house with open arms and 12-packs of Rolling Rock, ones who fall asleep with you while listening to “Murder, She Wrote” on sleep timer, ones with similar names who help you fix the Internet with luck and candles, ones who invite you over for weekends of Lithuanian dancing and kinetic art, ones who send you Easter packages with enough inside for both you and your Bearded Companion, ones who somehow carve out the space for lengthy, heartfelt hangouts and walk you home later, ones who wait for you to finish your day before driving you across state lines, and ones who say you can finally get a cat, because you need it, because they love you.