Thanks for the kind words and messages regarding my furry little friend, Kittie with an ie. We're still feeling her absence, although it's been a little bit better since we moved.
We've moved! Sweet hallelujah! And not a moment too soon, since the very next day the news reported three assaults on women in my old neighborhood.
So we're out of the 'hood, and into...a neighborhood.
People say hi to one another here. Someone started talking to me at the supermarket the other day and I was so confused I forgot to buy crackers. ("You talkin' to me?) A car blocked the crosswalk when I was trying to cross the other morning and I started to give him my standard you dirty bastard look, but it was completely unnecessary because he rolled down his window to say he was sorry. Twice!
Ah, it's okay, man. Really.
We're not in Kansas anymore, Dear Reader. And I like it! This neighborhood has everything I was wishing for: parks, trees, a bona fide downtown, great restaurants; and we even have a fenced-in back yard for our sweet bambino to play in. We're seven miles from the city, and a fourteen minute train ride will take me there. This apartment met every requirement on our checklist, too, which once again confirms my theory that if you really, really want something, you have to write it down. Or say it out loud. Or just meditate on it, even. You really only have to ask once. But you have to put it out there, you have to place that order, so somebody (God, the universe, Michael Jackson, whatever it is you believe in) can respond. Because I do believe Someone is aways listening. Of course, this also means if your thoughts are focused on crappy things, you just might get something...crappy. Why is that so difficult to remember?
Incidentally, if I thought packing and unpacking when I was nine months pregnant was a challenge, it was a Saturday stroll through wine country compared to packing with a baby who's crawling and teething! But we made it through, and miraculously Hubby and I did not kill each other.
I placed Kittie's ashes in a pretty wooden jewelery box my friend Vanessa gave me. I set her on the top shelf of our brown bookcase, next to the little glass jar containing a lock of her fur, and beside a picture of her sitting sassily in a sink, glaring gorgeously at the camera. (Hubby finds this beyond creepy, naturally.)
My friend Greggie and I went to an animal shelter on our lunch break the other day, just to look, and there was a cat who looked eerily like my Kittie. He was male, though, and didn't have a black chin, but otherwise it could've been her. Only he wasn't. Maybe someday I'll be able to get another cat. I hope so.
Okay, Dear Reader, I'm off to spend my Saturday with my darling baby. He's awake! And it's time to play. I hope you enjoy your day. xoxo
