I live with two sisters, called by the folks at the Milo Foundation (who found them in an alley when they were infants), a “bonded pair.” At my house, these sisters are called Pekoe and Smokey, and they are the resident cats. In the two years I’ve been lucky enough to live with them, they’ve polarized, as siblings have a tendency to do.
Pekoe, whose name rhymes appropriately with Freak-O, hunts things like potted plants, Santa hats, and single blueberries, and drags them through the cat door. Pekoe lives to explore. Smokey, also known as The Smoke Monster, hunts laps and purrs them into submission. For Smokey, it’s all about cuddling up in front of a roaring television.
Despite these differences, they love each other, and despite the occasional dramatic hiss-fest, they don’t forget it. Similarly, I have four brothers and we definitely have had the occasional dramatic hiss-fest over the years, but when it comes down to it, which it does often, they are an inspiration to me. Alright, so sometimes that inspiration begins as frustration, but just as Smokey can appreciate the comforts of the couch knowing Pekoe is off in a tree somewhere, I can slip into my writing cubby knowing that my bros are holding up their end of the deal and our family is thriving in its own polarized-yet-bonded way. My brothers remind me why I’m here and all the many important reasons to keep showing up at the page.
In the heart of the Frenzy, or any writing adventure, this is excellent information to have! How do you share your writing hopes and dreams (and needs and boundaries!) with your loved ones? How do they inspire/frustrate your writing? Most importantly, how do they remind you of cats?
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