Yeah, the cat gets a lot of ink, but what can I say, she’s news worthy.
So, here’s a few other adventures our cat had while we were gone:
she ate plants so much that Dave, one of our cat sitters, put up chicken wire around his indoor plants to keep her away
as karmic revenge, Aimee gave him an allergic reaction that sent him to hospital
she threw up hairballs
she chewed up some toy planes
she clawed at the bedroom door of anyone trying to sleep
the word “crazy” and “handful” came up more than once
All this I’m documenting here so that if, in future, we ask you to take care of our cute little cat while we’re away, at least we can say you were warned.
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
“We were addicted to the intensity of our hunger—the almost limitless depths of it—and to the certitude that we were needed, that we were vital. Such a feeling is not as wonderful as the condition of being loved, but it is similar, with its dependencies, and far more reliable.”
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