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It’s been a weird few days. Up is down. Left is right. I’ve given up on a definition of reality for now.
My friends who teach the deep water aerobics class bent over backwards to adjust the workout for me. I was overwhelmed by their caring and determination to keep me in the class. I feel like Sally Field at the Oscars. “They like me! They really like me!” A week that started out miserable and discombobulated suddenly smoothed out.
I caught a 24-hour flu bug on top of my bipolar dive into depression, spiked a fever, lost my appetite (miraculous), downed Advil and lots of green tea. Now I feel fine. Wha??
My beautiful and brilliant niece is a poor PhD student living in tiny quarters with three cats. Her vet said the cramped space was stressing her male kitty and causing urinary tract infections. So, Meg got Feliway, a diffuser that emits Momma Cat pheromones which calms and relaxes kitties. She recommended Feliway to me when I told her I was worried my also-teeny apartment was making my cats stir-crazy.
Now, I’ve had Henry and Emmett for seven years. In all that time, Henry has been companionable, but not overly affectionate. He sleeps next to me in bed and will occasionally allow me to pick him up, but anything more over than that is frowned upon. (And those of you with cats know what that frown is like.) He has never sat in my lap or on my legs. The only time he really touches my body is when he thunders over the top of me in the middle of the night during a Martian fit (He sees invisible Martians and attacks them like a good guard cat should).
Two hours after plugging in my Feliway diffuser, Henry crawled onto my lap and fell asleep. I was so shocked I started to cry. Then, when I went to the bathroom he didn’t follow me. Since moving into the apartment, Henry has followed me everywhere. Toilet time is family time.
To be fair, Emmett is still skittish and squirrelly, but he keeps sniffing the air. He knows something new and delicious is wafting through our home. I can’t wait to see what happens, or doesn’t happen next.
At the moment, my mind is a quiet fog—like chenille dryer lint. I took a shower to get rid of flu-hair and am about to walk uptown to get my take-out order of vegetable fried rice. Life is weirdly good.