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About Me: I'm a freelance writer living in Northampton, MA, with my husband and two daughters. I write all the livelong day—sometimes for money, sometimes for fun. This is the fun part.

Apr 10

What a cat isn’t

What a cat isn’t is a dog. I miss Sullivan, our adorable naughty puppy, so sharply it still takes me by surprise. I haven’t written about her death because, frankly, it’s too hard. I start, I cry, I stop. Suffice to say: We’ve been grieving. And I knew if I tried to get another dog, we would be comparing that dog to Sullivan, probably unfairly.

But we need something furry around here. And a cat — a cat is a cat. A whole different thing. So we decided to plunge into something new. 

Meet Smokey. He’s nine weeks old, and it’s his first day here. He’s freakin’ out a little bit, but every now and then he darts up to me, gives me a little sniff, and looks at me like, “Huh.”  Which I’m taking as a good sign.