Kitty Cats and Red Things
Jeep has just curled up next to me in a little ball on the couch. She never does this. I just e-mailed another report to my boss. Right now, life is OK.
I’ve dealt with a few emotions in the last few days that were new to me: rage, distrust. I’m starting to realize how rare it must be to make it to my age without experiencing these feelings. It hasn’t been pretty, and the result of my seeing red was that I caused some of my friends to see red with regards to me, too. I get it. I was just there two days ago.
The color is starting to fade, although it rises up and down with each hour that passes. Dad says that the trick is not to do anything. For the last month, I’ve had that post breakup insanity that requires extreme reliance on friends. "Hello, friend? Having a crazy thought. Talk me down." He says the difference between real insanity and this sort of situation-induced insanity is the knowledge that it is a temporary state, that it is irrational, that it’s time to call a friend rather than act. The system short-circuited a few days ago when not only was I seeing red, but so were all of my confidantes. It’s a popular color, I guess.
Jeep has just rolled over, revealing her soft underbelly. She’s using a paw to cover her eyes, blocking the sun coming in the window.
I wonder if Kristin would be up for a late brunch at Centre Street Cafe.
Comment by Elizabeth
March 19, 2006 @ 1:56 pm
Isn’t it great/crazy how animals can be so perceptive?