When we manage to eat at the actual dining table, Sydney always makes sure he’s perched in his seat, looking beseechingly in our direction. It is awkward and hilarious to explain to guests that they’re “sitting in the cat’s chair” when they come over for dinner. (Why yes, he does have a favorite. Why do you ask?)
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Because, dude. We can’t keep him out of the clean clothes.
Sydney is not allowed to go outside. Well, ok, he’s not allowed to go outside unsupervised, as has been proven by several earlier Caturday photo sessions. This is beside the point. He’s not allowed to go outside for several reasons, the primary ones being that our street dead ends into a freeway sound wall (where there are, at any given time, dozens of cars under which he could find himself), we have a regular amount of fear about him being hit by a car that’s not going 80 miles per hour on said freeway and just cruising around our neighborhood, and the fact that he is a male cat (albeit a neutered one). It may be because of this prohibition that he spends much of his time looking out windows with a look of pure yearning on his face. “Why,” his sad eyes ask us, “will you never allow me the sweet taste of freedom?” Well. Too bad, cat.
At about 4:12 this morning (last night? Who knows. It was early, is what I’m getting at here), his best revenge to date was achieved. Both GP and I woke up to the sounds of what we would soon find out was a single-sided catfight. To our sleep-addled minds, however, anything could have been happening! The cat could be on fire! (We’d had a fire in the fireplace that we’d assumed had long been turned to ash by that point.) There could be some other animal– a mouse, a rat, an opossum, an angry cougar– in our house! When we stumbled into the living room, eventually identified as the site of all this ruckus, we found Sydney…and that was it. The blinds that afford us some privacy through our mostly-glass front door had been partially destroyed, presumably during a confrontation he’d had with another cat that was on the other side of the door. I mean, come on, cat. He does some stupid things, but I usually allow myself to think that he’s reasonably intelligent. After last night, though, I don’t even know what to think, other than, “God, we’re going to need new blinds soon.”
So, it is about 70 degrees outside. Our front and back doors are open, and a little breeze is working its way through the bungalow. Aside from being a vast improvement over the Horrible Gray that presided over much of last week, it also presents a certain cat with opportunities to venture outside. With supervision, of course (you’ve already seen what happens when it’s really nice outside and he gets all harnessed up)…
Clearly I’ve fallen off the #reverb10 wagon, but I’m stashing those prompts away so that I’ll have something to unstick me when I feel like I have nothing to say. The last week and a half have been active, but mostly pleasantly so: a big work project completed, Christmas shopping and cards completed, settling into the holidays with relatively minimal stress. I watched White Christmas earlier today (I know, someone as obsessed with Christmas as I am should have seen it years ago), and am currently recording Miracle on 34th Street, another classic that somehow slipped from my grasp (must have been all those years watching Christmas Vacation umpteen times). I can’t really believe that, within a week, we’ll have exchanged our gifts, gorged ourselves on sugar cookies (which, fine, still need to be decorated– but are at least made!), and braved nearly a week of forecast rain. For now, we’re cozy.
All is calm…
And it’s the perfect sort of night for some eggplant parm (with some modifications, naturally) and foccacia.
This year I am thankful for…
…a house that has no shared walls with neighbors, a garden that offers more fruit that we can ever hope to eat, and a kitchen big enough to contain all my cooking tools and ambitions.
…a family that, no matter how crazy they drive me, acts always out of love.
…a husband who has “had my number” for more than five years (only one-plus of them married, but you know what I mean). I’m glad he’s on my team.
…a cat who provides both entertainment and warmth.
…a group of friends who, no matter the time or distance, are always there.
…DVR. Tivo more so than the crummy DirecTV ones, but really anything that lets me watch the shows I love and skip the commercials.
…the internets– the source of much of my news, entertainment, communication, and procrastination.
…Amazon Prime, for allowing me to skip the worries of shipping costs and delays, particularly for my Christmas shopping.
…the fact that I have the time and money to cook and experiment to my heart’s content.
…butter. Sugar. Olive oil. Flour. Cheese. Garlic, tomatoes, beans, tortillas, avocados, maple syrup, and all the other ingredients that make the sticky fingers, accidentally Microplaned knuckles, and smoke alarms worth it.
…travel, and the fact that it is possible to wake up one morning and, by the next, find yourself on the other side of the planet.
Here’s to a happy, healthy Thanksgiving that is filled with love, laughter, and more food than anyone should reasonably eat in one sitting.