A few days ago I told you that Hunter S. Thomcat had passed and I said that I would soon write funny happy stuff again but then Ferris Mewler took a very bad turn and the vet said it was time, so today he joined Hunter. Apparently this happens more often than we think…two bonded pets leaving at the same time…and I’m imagining them together and Hunter gleefully showing Ferris around in cat heaven and that’s making it a little easier to deal with.
I know grief is just love that doesn’t have anywhere else to go, but damn…it’s a lot. And now I’m staring at Rolly (last cat standing) and telling her she has to live forever, which she seems set on anyway because she is literally older than this blog and just keeps trucking. I suppose it’s possible that she’s some sort of cat highlander who becomes more immortal every time she outlives another cat but I’m not planning on getting another cat this year (to give us a little time to heal) so instead she’ll have to vampire off the houseplants that I continue to accidentally kill.
Anyway, I’m sorry for two very sad posts in a row. Today I’m going to cry a bit and then tomorrow I”ll’m going to try to be at Nowhere Bookshop for Indie Bookshop Day because being around people is probably a good idea and also because Indie Bookshop Day is our most fun day of the year, so if you see me, feel free to say hi. And Monday I’ll be speaking and signing at Book People in Austin (there are a few more tickets left) and they were going to have it at a church but they changed it to taking place at the bookstore probably because they know I have some sort of dark-aura vampire cat. Does any of this make sense? Sorry. It’s been a rough week. I’ll be better tomorrow.
