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.
