this morning i woke to my usually antisocial cat resting on the pillow next to me. “you’re not my girlfriend” i said to him. “you’re my cat. my boy cat. you cannot be both, there are several laws against it.”. before he could answer we both noticed that damn fly trying to escape and probably thought similar things. About how it was in the same spot as last night and how badly it must have wanted to reach the outside and how the buzz of its wings against the shiny glass reminded me of my mother and then i thanked him for keeping her in his thoughts. “i’m angry that she didn’t call on mothers day” i admitted to him. that was my hardest part of my morning.
a blue bird died in my hands today. that was the second hardest part of my morning.