We took the grey cat to the vet’s yesterday. Since she adopted us when we moved into the house, we haven’t needed to do anything about her health care, and we didn’t know anything about it in her previous five years, other than she’d been spayed, which we were pretty sure meant she’d received her first shots. With our move coming up however, we needed to have the paperwork to show that she was up-to-date with her shots, and we also felt it was a good idea to do a general checkup before hitting the road.
First of all, she travels well. And quietly. Not that she goes willingly into her travel box. It was kind of like trying to pour mercury from a large pitcher into a small receptacle getting her into the box. However, once she was in there, she didn’t vocally complain about the adventure, which is the complete opposite of our last cat who didn’t stop meowing all the way from New York to Buffalo. Not for one minute. It go to the point where Jeff & I couldn’t stop laughing, Brie was so loud and so funny and so indignant that we were laughing while she was trying to tell us just exactly what she thought of travelling!
Anyway, we got to the vet and the grey cat fell in love with the baby scale on which she was weighed. And she seemed to like the vet, too. Enough to lick her fingers! The shot made her a little loguey last night – she was ready for bed about four hours before we were and aside from one trip to the litter box, she stayed on our bed all night long, a most unusual thing for her to do. And, can I just say, it’s very weird being the third person, the one in the middle, in one’s own bed. The grey cat knows better than to sleep on Jeff’s side – if his legs ever detached from his body, he’d walk to Chicago and back every night, he moves them so much. So she was on my side of the bed, leaving me to slip in around her and before getting to Jeff to try to sleep very, very still all night long.
Or, as it turns out, sleep in fits & starts all night, checking on the grey cat to make sure she was fine and fighting off the travelling legs. And when you’re not sleeping all through the night – or at least when I am not sleeping all through the night – the imagination starts to run. And as Miss Moore, my grade two teacher put it so well, I have a very creative imagination.
I got to thinking about how much money I have spent over the years on books which lead to me think about the books I really love which lead me to think about the movies I love and the last five movies I’d watched (four DVDs while I was ironing Thursday & Friday, that’s how much ironing there was!) and our date movie on Saturday (“The Adjustment Bureau” – a great date movie, although my friend Francesca says the premise drove her crazy. However, because I actually worry that there are guys in hats exactly just like the ones John Slattery and Terrence Stamp and the brilliant Anthony Mackie wear in this movie who are constantly updating the Book of Life that is my life in progress, I sort of believed in the premise. Makes you think Miss Moore was right, doesn’t it?) and that lead me to think about my work in New York which immediately included thinking about George and wondering when was the last time I’d talked with him or his daughter Emma which reminded me that I had made a promise to write back to my niece Coco if she wrote to me after I sent her some photographs.
Maybe it wasn’t just the grey cat and the travelling legs that kept me awake last night.
I am a very lucky person. I have a life filled with good friends around the world. I have had the chance to do some really interesting and fun things professionally and in several different industries, which is unusual and rewarding. I have experienced some extraordinary travels and a few adventures. I have loved and been loved in such sweet and wonderful ways. I have a warm and generous family that is all healthy and doing well. And I have the grey cat, and Jeff.
For the past few months, as I was looking at life through someone else’s reality, I put my reality – my own quite good life – in the background. I let someone else’s perceptions affect mine. Which was stupid. And last night’s lack of sleep brought that home to me. It also reminded me that I should write more letters and read more books and catch more movies and write more short stories about “my” little town and pay more attention to my blog. And tonight, when the grey cat & I snuggle on the love seat and listen the Sirius 118 and miss Jeff a little, I will remind myself that a creative imagination is a very good thing and so is accepting one’s own rather good life and I will sleep like a baby. Or a contented grey cat.