Moku November 2013
I got my first cat when I was around six years old. She was a reward because I had (finally) (mostly) stopped sucking my thumb (hush). She wasn’t a kitten kitten just a younger cat so we kept the name Mittens. She moved from Washington to Maryland, Virginia to South Carolina to Pensacola, Florida with me. I had her until I was 16.
So yes, I’m a cat lady. I was a cat lady. The last cat I had was named Mokuyoubi “Moku” or “Princess Mokuyoubichan” for short. A friend found her on the sidewalk when we both lived in Japan. She looked like a rat she was so small. Moku was only a day or two old, eyes sealed shut, umbilical cord still attached.
We traded shifts. It was before we both had kids and getting up every 2.5 hours to give warm milk was brutal. But we did it and I kept her. She was a beautiful black cat with big eyes.
I loved cats. I would meow out loud when I saw a cat I didn’t know. I wanted to squeeze them and pet them and have them for my very own.
All I’ll say you guys is that I don’t love cats anymore. I have two dogs now. I was never a dog person, until I was. I realized recently after visiting a friend and her cats, that the love is gone and has been for about two years.
Two years ago I was treated for parasites.
Listen, I’m not saying it’s related, I’m just saying, it’s science. So buckle up. This lesson is about parasites that do wizard-ey stuff in brains.