Make no mistake; my cat is Pervert. She pretty much loves the crap out of me. I save and share as much of it as I can. Why wouldn’t I? Have you not seen her? She is a hideously cute blue-eyed Voldemort-faced toothless Milo stain rag. My partner describes her as “crack.” People bring her up as a valid conversation topic when they bump into me.
Is every other photo on my Instagram of Pervert? Yes. Is she a staple of my Facebook cover page? Always. I don’t think you can see my face online without seeing hers close by. I think you might even see her face more than you’ll see mine online. At home, she’s with me from the moment I walk up to the door. She knows I am always on stuff like Twitter, Instagram and work on Facebook. But then she has her cat moments, like still doesn’t understand why I drench myself in water twice a day. In bed, she sleeps as close as she can to me while I work, nags at my laptop screen for taking up my attention, leans on me to sleep, and protests when I leave her for more work in the morning.
As much of a crazy cat lady as I am, I can’t say she means everything to me. But I do know that I mean everything to her. If she makes sure I never work or sleep alone at night (whether I like it or not), my warped logic says why not make sure she is on that screen I stare into all the time? She’d appreciate it. It’s not as far-fetched as it sounds. Pervert knows all my daily rituals. She smells emotions off my voice. Okay, that one’s far-fetched I’ll give ya. She parallels her routines to those rituals though. I think it makes sense that she’d notice and appreciate the gesture.
So when she sees me working late at night, I thought it’d be nice if she also saw her face regularly appearing in all that mess. When I feel like my soul is being nibbled at by screen light and look away, I see her next to me, guaranteed adorable, and all I want to do is capture that and bring it back with me here. For you, sure, but she’s going to look up at me in a few moments, so really? For her.
I would love a playdate with her and Tard the cat. But I’d probably have to get her famous on Youtube first.
- 2013: A slight change of scenery here this year. Get cosy, & do call it twenty-thirteen.
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