Wednesday, September 8, 2010

My hero

Pensive, originally uploaded by scrollwork.
Salmon-flavored cream cheese, licked from a spoon. Oceanfish paté-style canned food. The overgrown corner of the garden that serves as both a lookout spot and Fort Kitty. These are a few of his favorite things.

"You've been home alone too long," Steve said when he heard me talking to Charlie. "You talk to the cat and the laptop." I think Steve minds only because he keeps mistaking my out-loud remarks for attempts at conversation with him.

The cat and the laptop have become my must-haves during this reinvention phase. Although I think the cat has a few more merit badges. He has singlehandedly averted empty-nest syndrome, underemployment stir-craziness, and perimenopausal mood extremes. No prescription necessary.


  1. Sometimes, it's so much better to talk to a cat. At least you won't get into an argument.

  2. The typical dialogue at my house goes something like this:

    Steve: I think I shall turn in. The tea has overcome me.
    Me: The tea? (wondering what magic tea he imbibed)
    Steve: Fatigue. Fatigue. Not "the tea."

    So who can argue when we can't even hear what the other is saying? At least the cat talks to me telewhiskerilly.

  3. I love your kitty. Such a sweet picture.

  4. Connie, may I make you his honorary godmother? I want to know someone will love him if something should happen to me. Heck, you can be his fairy godmother, too, if that's more to your liking. : )