June 24, 2006
My Cat is F'n Cute Multiplied by a Thousand
So I'm just sitting here on the computer futsing around on myspace and trying to muster the energy to make final revisions to my admission essays that are due this week at The New School - essays that I will be happy not to look at again for a nice looooong while, as I have been working on them for about half a year now. (This is how I know that I will have to go to school full time and refrain from holding on to my regular job - there is no way I can do both and still get what I want out of it.) After my application is submitted, I get to take a vacation to Oregon to see my family. That is my reward for finally getting this thing done. I get to sit back and cross my fingers that they will accept me and that I will be enrolling in college for my first time this fall. I feel really good about it already.
Anyway, so I got sidetracked from what I was GOING to say - about something far more important than my little college application: my cat Matilda. The cutest cat that has ever lived. She is a Russian Blue mix. She's jet black but has the physical attributes of a Russian Blue. She is tiny even though she is four years old and she is the friendliest cat EVER. I know that cat lovers everywhere would argue that their cats are the cutest and friendliest ever, but I'm just here to say that they would be wrong. My cat is the cutest and friendliest ever.
For example, as I sit here typing, she springs onto my lap and her tiny silken paws press into my lap firmly as she puts her nose right into the crook of my arm for a nuzzel. She presses all the weight of her little body into my torso and suggests that I squeeze her. She loves when I squeeze her. Matilda is a cat that likes hugs and kisses. Not just being petted, though she loves that too, but she is a total snuggler. She likes to cuddle on the couch and curl up into a little ball that fits right in with the curve of a warm human body. This morning, as I lay in bed, she kissed my boob. She came up and put her wet little nose right to my breast and gave it a tiny kiss. Rob thought it was hilarious. I just thought it was the sweetest little gesture of love from one animal to another - from Feline to Woman.
I really think one of the best thing about being human is having friends who are of different species and living with them in happy harmony. Matilda is a great friend. She's always there for me with her little kisses and adorable poses, her furry body coursing with loyalty and dependence, her heart beating just like mine, lungs breathing just like mine, needing food and water and love and affection just like anybody else. Of course, she was born into a life of unconditional privilege, but that is her consolation for having been born a lesser sentient being, so I'm not mad at her. I'm willing to allow her to do nothing all day long but sit around preening herself, eating, sleeping and causing mischief when the mood strikes her - because in return she loves me in a way that no human ever could - without any judgment or care as to who I am as a person, as long as I'm not a cat abuser. I even forgive her when she pees on Rob's demo bags because she thinks they have the texture of a sandbox or when she tears up the wall trying to get up to the window sill. After all, who could stay mad at this?
