Impossible That They Leave Such a Huge Hole
I’m no longer the loyal subject of my household goddess
We knew the day was coming but tried to convince ourselves this wasn’t that day.
It was.
For the first time ever I didn’t have to wrestle her into the cat carrier. She wasn’t happy about it but all the fight was gone. Two deep yowls and silence.
We took a cab when no buses were showing up and went back to the animal clinic down at East 62nd and York Avenue, the place I took JJ as a kitten, the teensy pregnant kitten who had run out of the weeds to take me hostage back in August 2005.
Life will be much calmer and simpler — and a bit cheaper — in our newly un-catted home.
I won’t miss cleaning the litter box or hearing that unmistakable howl when my partner’s foot makes contact with cat vomit. I can sit here and dredge up all the things that will be easier and better now. They’re all valid.
