Oh No I’ve Become A Cat Lady

I’ve always loved dogs. Took their ashes through TSA. A really nice TSA agent had to open the boxes, and just said that’s what a golden and a shepherd collie look like. And she smiled.

Right now it’s not practical to adopt another dog. But Miles and Gunther left ashes, on my bookcase now.

In Austin I adopted cat Oliver. (Named after that John Oliver). Hearts out Austin Pets Alive..

I knew he had feline L and might last a year. He made a two day trip from Texas to Illinois and another year with the best caregivers while I was months in hospital.

He just hung out. Calm cat. Calm good.

My Sister in law bought him boxing mittens. He loved to play.

It’s just a feeling he wanted me to be with him before he died on on a pillow next to me before I would go to the hospital again. His ashes are on a table in my bedroom, thanks to my Brother.

My very kind, very accomplished Sister in law advised me to get another cat. We went to the Animal Hospital and Quinn was a heartbreaker. He’s what’s called a tuxedo. Mostly white but a dark mask. Gorgeous green eyes.

He understands human language almost like a human toddler. He’s figured out “no” and “not yours” and “don’t walk there” (laptop). Quinn knows exactly where the wet food is, and the crunchy treats and he will pester me. He’s curious about what’s going on outside the windows. Birds. He’s got less crazy and more calm. Calm is good.

And he catches and chases those plastic cat spirals. He loves them. He can jump two feet and then skittle across the kitchen, across the living room. I’m trying to teach him to bring the spirals where I am and I can throw again for him to chase. Hilarious to watch. Simone Biles of cats. Can do anything.