Pet Shop Blues

Ditrie Marie Bowie
Aug 8, 2017 · 2 min read
A cat soul trapped in a bird body. This conure parrot’s name is Stirfry. His hobbies include biting, pooping, and hanging out in paper bags.

Thanks to chronic illness, I’ve had to hang up my hat at the pet shop and switch to a company that allows me to work-from-home. On the one hand, this means I’ll have more time and energy left over for writing and other creative work. But on the other hand, I’ll have far less access to comedic gems such as:

And there will be significantly less fluffiness like this in my life:

How has he not been adopted yet? OMIGOSH THE CUTENESS.

Most of all, I’ll miss my fantastic coworkers. Working with them was such a sharp contrast to the lonely isolation I experienced in my nine years as a teacher. When I left teaching to move to the other side of the continent — and the border — my departure was met with a ‘meh’ response. When I left the pet shop, I got hugs and food and tears even though I live two blocks down the road. Somehow, this kooky assortment of humans has become part of my family over the past few months. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, I still have a dragon.

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Ditrie Marie Bowie

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Author of Fillius Glint and creator of the comic, This Writer Can’t Draw. Member of the Alliance of Independent Authors.

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