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Just a cat.

Nito, my cat, died last week.
On Tuesday, I found myself alone in an exam room with his limp, sick body in the crook of my arm and his head under my chin and I spread out a beach towel on the metal table, so he wouldn’t be cold when he died. It’s funny, how you [...]

For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow: An Ode to a Co-worker

I work at home. This is my office:

Except that picture is inaccurate, because you can’t see any of the other employees. Ah, here we go:

That’s Nito. He works here too. He is a cat.

Worth a Million Words

I love this picture:

Because sometimes, you will split up with your husband and get the cat you always wanted but couldn’t have, because he’s severely allergic. And then, when he comes to see your rabbit (NOT A EUPHEMISM OF ANY KIND), he will hang out with the cat anyway. Wearing a mask.

In which I become that cat lady.

So, like literally six days after my life fell apart, I decided to get a cat.
I think you will agree that there is never a better time to make such a decision than when you are romantically heartbroken, with an utterly uncertain future and nowhere to live. This is truly the ideal time for a [...]