A historic hurricane slams into my old state days after a historic typhoon rages against my new one. In neither case am I directly affected, except for the matter of care — for earth that we have tried our best to destroy and disregard, for my friends in both places who are impacted, and for the strangers there who mean much to someone and to God.
Raising a gaggle of pre-teen gals is quite the roller coaster.
What my husband and children did not tell me, while I was away, was that they went to the shelter to return the borrowed cat items from last weekend and came home with another cat. This one shared a home with ours before she was surrendered, and apparently we needed to do the right thing and give them a reunion. Are we cat people meow?
Chris has been asking for a cat for years now, but I’ve never owned a cat and don’t really feel like a cat person. Over the last week, though, three things happened: I cat-sat for a friend, a neighbor found a mouse in her kitchen, and I read an article about all of the black cats who go un-adopted at the shelter every year. So yesterday, we went to the shelter for the sole purpose of taking home the biggest, blackest cat that had been there the longest.
This guy* was surrendered a few months ago during a family’s move. He has been leading the kitty crew and stealing food as payment ever since, reportedly earning himself the nickname Cat Block Boss. Welcome to the fam, you chunky weirdo. I love you already.
*Pictures do not describe how wide and heavy this boy’s booty is. His weight is literally off of the chart on his kibble bag.
Ate our favorite pizza and gelato by the beach today, before boardwalk shops close up for the season tomorrow. So long, sweet summer.
And on this, the first day of September, we graduate from fall vibes to Halloween joy, taping bats to the walls and listening to the Hocus Pocus soundtrack.
There was the perfect blend of late summer sun and early autumn nip in the air today. I checked things off of the to-do list and drank a Bloody Mary in the middle of the afternoon and took time to do small and slow tasks like brushing the dog. We finished the evening with a much-needed date night and I fell in love with my husband all over again, which was also much-needed (for both parties). Some days, I think everything is broken and nobody cares. Other days, I think I cannot believe I get to live this life.