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8 May

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Life lately is a lot of Dolly Purrton.

Our little

cinnamon bun

toasted marshmallow

cappuccino of a cat

with a pink heart nose and cotton ball puffs for paws.

Dolly Purrton who is gentle and talkative, whose favorite spot to snuggle is the bend in my knee, who follows us everywhere because she wants to be in the room where it happens.

Our little croissant who runs to the door to greet us when we come home from work.

Our baby.

Life lately is missing Utah in unexpected ways. In going to 7-Eleven and feeling a hole in my heart that can only be filled by a chocolate chocolate Dunford Donut.

In wanting a really good, really full Diet Coke with fresh lime and settling for a mediocre-at-best Subway bleh.

A friend told me she misses the flowers of her hometown. It’s crazy, she said. I’m in LA. We’re full of flowers.

But there’s nothing like your mother’s lilac tree in the spring.

There’s nothing like a Utah Diet Coke.

Life lately is going to bed at 11, 10, 9. At finally giving in and saying OK. If this is my schedule I can no longer be a night owl. OK, sacrifices must be made.

And so I go to sleep early.

I go to sleep early and that whole part of me of me, the part that people could rely on to be up at 3AM, has shifted.

That identity is asleep.

For now.

Life lately is creating boundaries with church service (a girl can only do so much).

(And there is so much to do.)

It’s wearing pink tassled slippers and loud, crazy sunglasses. It’s ordering lunch ahead so I don’t have to pack anything in the mornings, and realizing that that is worth it. Not having the stress of making a lunch is worth it all.

Life lately is thank you notes on Beyonce stationary.

It’s less TV, not on purpose, just because.

(Because I’m sleeping, most likely.)

Life lately is a lot of Dolly Purrton

Did I mention our baby?

Ways In Which Dolly Purrton And I Are The Same Individual Residing In Two Separate Bodies

27 Feb

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We both have:

  1. A large amount of fluffy hair
  2. An uncanny ability to find a hot water bottle in a large bed, immediately

We are both:

  1. Clumsy
  2. Talkative
  3.  Expressive
  4. Attention seeking

Neither of us like to:

  1. Leave bed

Neither of us respond to:

  1. Cat nip
  2. Being picked up

Both of us love:

  1. Fixer Upper
  2. (Naps)

We are both:

  1. Rescues with tumultuous pasts

Both of us rescued ourselves with a little help from:

  1. Robert

Because yes, yes, no one can rescue you, that’s an inside job ETC but aren’t we all rescues a little bit? Isn’t that part of the human experience?

Meow.

Dolly Purrton

26 Feb

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I’m sitting here with a curled up model of a cat right next to me. She is beauty, she is grace.

She is Miss United States.

And

Things were not always this easy.

Before we got Dolly Purrton, a few people had given general warnings that it takes cats a while to get used to their new surroundings.

I listened and nodded like OK. That’s nice. I read some articles on the topic and had Vivaldi’s Four Seasons ready on the record player.

Vivaldi’s Four Seasons played before every storytime my mother took me to and to this day that music brings out warm, fuzzy feelings in me. I couldn’t tell you a book we read, but I can tell you it was Spring! It was Summer!

I am now a librarian!

But Dolly.

She didn’t know Vivaldi was warm and fuzzy. She didn’t know that Rob and I were here to love her more than she had ever been loved in her life.

All she knew is that she was a new place. Her fourth home in three years. That she was scared.

That she was Miss United States.

Within the hour, Dolly had found her way into the bottom of our oven.

Rob and I left to run an errand and give Dolly some time to calm down. She was hiding under the couch at this point, perfectly normal. Vivaldi!

When we came back she was no longer there.

No big deal.

We started looking for her. “Dolly!”

“Dolly!”

15 minutes later I was seated in the corner of the room having a panic attack. Through deep breaths I was making bold promises to God about what I would do if we found Dolly.

I was certain somehow, some way she had gotten out of the house. Maybe our cupboards had a hole?

We Had Heard A Cricket Once!

It was Rob who found her under the stove.

(I was in the corner not coping, remember?)

Just a flash of fur. The poor thing so scared.

It took a week to the day.

We adopted her on a Saturday morning and the following Saturday morning I crept out into the living room before Rob woke up. I settled onto our yellow couch and let Dolly smell me. She smelled and she circled and she tail swished and when she finally rubbed her head against my leg I knew I had her.

Rob woke up to the two of us cuddling in the living room.

He eagerly joined in.

That first week wasn’t easy, and I guess I want to record that. That after Dolly left the oven we had to board it up, a protection that is still in place and still using my biggest cookie sheet.

That we got her a box and put Rob’s shirt in it so she’d learn to love the scent. And that we didn’t see her come out of her box for a long time. That we had to inspect the litter to make sure baby was being baby.

That for the first night she completely ignored her food.

That for the first week she wanted nothing to do with us, would not get near us. Rob would take pictures of her sometimes, late at night, when she was out in the house. He sat still and made no sounds. She needed to know we were safe.

That we wouldn’t disturb her in her safe space.

That we woudn’t disturb her at all.

And now here she is. A bundle of joy and warmth and the softest, most impossible cloud-like fluff you can imagine.

She is a dream.

I love her.

And

If you’re in your first week of cat ownership

I hear you.

I feel you.

Have you tried some Vivaldi?