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Love Bites

Tuesday, December 30th, 2008

Many years ago, I was floundering in a melancholy pool of sadness. Ever been there? Each new day brought a fresh dump of disappointment, dashed hopes, and dreams crushed. My best friend, Sunday the Cat, watched me carefully and knew something was very wrong. My voice was different, my actions weren’t the same, and I shuffled without energy through the daily motions of life. Sunday became very concerned.

If you’ve ever been owned by a cat, you know exactly what I mean. Even nutso cats like Sunday have more sensitivity in one paw than Conservative Republicans can scrape up in an entire lifetime. I don’t care what you say – they KNOW.

One night I came home, walked into the bedroom, barely acknowledged Sunday who was sleeping on my pillow, sat at the foot of my bed, and began to cry – loudly. Reality had beaten me into a bloody pulp once again.

Suddenly, without warning, Sunday flew across the bed and bit me on the back of my arm – HARD! I jumped up enraged!


But Sunday didn’t run like she normally did after pulling a sneak attack. She just sat there, looked at me, and tilted her head to the side. In an instant I knew what she was trying to say.

Sunday didn’t want to see me suffering. She hated me crying. She wanted me to stop – but what could she do? She did the first thing that came to her mind. It wasn’t the most eloquent bit of communication – but I never remember anyone saying anything that was more effective.

When I picked up Sunday to take her to the kitchen for her albacore tuna, I was still crying and laughing and I hugged her extra hard. She pretended not to notice.


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