In Preparation,

we have the sounds of water boiling, Momcat’s standing mixer whirring, JQ and Netty snoring, more -ing words than you could imagine. There is red wine and Law & Order, winter wheat berries and countless braided rolls. Tomorrow we cluster together, sit where we can, eat until we’re sick, hug and kiss and gather in corners to laugh and whisper and sip and smile. We are safe and we are together. I am smiling southward with bittersweetness, thinking of the Weller Thanksgiving by the bay with the smiling dog and the windows facing water, the wonderful ones gathered there. I am love for you, and you, and you, and all of you.

Here are some things I’ve found, some cats for you.


via New York Shitty


via Boys with Beards with Cats

via Life

via The Kitten Covers, for Ingrid.





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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