Pretty much every one knows by now that this week was a landmark week with National Siblings Day and National Pets Day. We know this, of course thanks to social media and all of the I-really-don’t-like-these-national-whatever-days-but-here-is-a-picture-of-my-punk-brother-and-brat-sister-and-me-and-my-cat-and-my-dog-and-my-hedgehog. Thanks social media friends, even if you really don’t care about honoring those life-long cradle to grave relationships that are the ones you share with brothers and sisters or celebrate the joy pets bring to our lives and to create public awareness about the plight of many different kinds of animals awaiting a forever home in shelters and rescues all around the globe. Yeah, we see your feigned indifference and we are not buying it. Not at all.
You care about those people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring, quite often the hard way.
Your cat, on the other hand, probably doesn’t care. She probably doesn’t even care about National Grilled Cheese Day, which is today.. She would care if I were to make this grilled cheese sandwich. WE ALL WOULD CARE! Alas, my darling husband is on a strict diet right now and I am joining him in solidarity and because I could stand to lose a few myself.
Meanwhile, this picture posted on social media in celebration of days worth celebrating is truly the best and the one, for me, most worth celebrating.
Although I fear I might never be able to forgive their parents for allowing them to grow up so fast.
Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
~ Margaret Mead
It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen ~ George Orwell, 1984
This past week, accurate.
All is bright because Christmas and holiday lights! All is calm, well, kind of…sort of…as long as I sit here. The lights! The lights are bright. The lights distract and warm and chases away, at least right now, the darkness. Yeah, that is totally a metaphor.
I might be sitting here a lot right now. It’s good.
Not so good for this fur ball though.
Here she will play the I-miss-Betty-with-the-good-hair card; because, okay maybe she doesn’t really miss her but she is pretty freaked out that the dog has been gone for a few days. So she gets a pass as I let her cuddle up on my lap as we both stare at the pretty, pretty lights.
Betty remains in our friendly neighborhood animal hospital being treated for diabetes with ketone bodies.
We’re not best friends, she and I. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate her. Actually I love her. I love her a lot; even if she is the one who competes with me for my darling husband’s attention. She might be the one with the good hair, but I still have opposable thumbs…and where he sleeps is where I sleep.
No, we’re not the best of friends. But we do love the same man. Right now she is very sick (about 4 figures above pet insurance coverage sick) and my darling husband is very upset about this…which means that I am pretty upset too.
My darling husband copes right now looking at pictures of his beautiful brown-eyed girl and creating a gofundme page for her. And because I do love Betty with the good hair too, even if I am the other woman in her eyes, I am sharing it.
Dear friends and lovers of the furry beasts out there, thank you.
Amazing how far we have traveled!
From building walls to being too ugly to be President.
How the menstrual cycle of a debate moderator most likely affects her fairness in such role.
Debating the size of a candidate’s hands versus the size of other body parts.
Accepting the mocking of a reporter’s physical disability.
Questioning the physical attractiveness of a candidate’s wife.
Borrow the speech of a First Lady word for word.
Post middle of the night Twitter rants against opponents, parents of soldiers killed in action, former beauty queens.
Candy and breath mints brands are compelled to formally distance themselves from a candidate.
Shout it out loud.
Don’t stand by your man except when you are standing by your man.
And now grabbing pussies!
Yes, we are talking about grabbing pussies in a Presidential campaign one month before Election Day. We could agree that this is guy talk which is supposed to make such talk okay or that hopefully most men have evolved beyond the adolescent PE locker room banter. We might womensplain the trigger warning such talk brings about of that weird Uncle fondling hello at a family reunion or the middle aged stranger groping your crotch right before he exits the BART train or listening to a sound technician on your headset backstage discuss the size of the tits of a 16 years old GIRL on stage representing your kid’s dance team and honestly, why any of this behavior is acceptable at all….EVER!
We could. We are. We are because here we are one month before Election Day.
Meanwhile, pussies like Zelda just want to be left out of this.