The Kitty Cure

What do self-respecting lesbians do in the face of a crisis? Get a cat of course. Yup, last week we adopted a 6-month-old kitten at the animal shelter where I volunteer as an adoption counselor. His name is Bindi. (Yes, I know, so many lesbian clichés in such a short little paragraph. Have I mentioned I teach yoga and drive a Subaru?)



8 Responses

  1. betsi says:

    a sweetie.

  2. Clare says:

    Love his name! He’s lovely.

  3. Clare says:

    He’s a looker. Love your blog, Catherine. Only a few entries and you’ve already got me hooked.

  4. Brenda says:

    Bindi is brilliant. Next stop: a puppy.

  5. Nan says:

    Lot’s of love coming your way, my dear. What a whirlwind!
    We’re sending our love.
    -the Fitzs

  6. Mary Brydon-Miller says:

    Hi Catherine

    I ran into Ginny today at the store and she told me about your upcoming surgery. I’ll be thinking of you and sending lots of positive energy. In the meantime, I thought you, Mary, and Bindi might enjoy these cat haiku that my brother-in-law sent me this morning.

    Take care,



    The food in my bowl
    Is old, and more to the point
    Contains no tuna.
    So you want to play.
    Will I claw at dancing string?
    Your ankle is closer.
    There’s no dignity
    In being sick – which is why
    I don’t tell you where.
    Seeking solitude
    I am locked in the closet.
    For once I need you.
    Tiny can, dumped in
    Plastic bowl. Presentation,
    One star; service: none.
    Am I in your way?
    You seem to have it backwards:
    This pillow is taken.
    Your mouth is moving;
    Up and down, emitting noise.
    I’ve lost interest.
    The dog wags his tail,
    Seeking approval. See mine?
    Different message.
    My brain: walnut-sized.
    Yours: largest among primates.
    Yet, who leaves for work?
    Most problems can be
    Ignored. The more difficult
    Ones can be slept through.
    My affection is conditional.
    Don’t stand up,
    It’s your lap I love.
    Cats can’t steal the breath
    Of children. But if my tail’s
    Pulled again, I’ll learn.
    I don’t mind being
    Teased, any more than you mind
    A skin graft or two.
    So you call this thing
    Your “cat carrier.” I call
    These my “blades of death.”
    Toy mice, dancing yarn
    Meowing sounds. I’m convinced:
    You’re an idiot.

  7. Jane Goodman says:

    Love the haiku. To whom goes the credit?

  8. Laine says:

    Hi Catherine,

    I heard about your diagnosis (and your blog) from Anjula, and I was so sorry and sad to hear it (about the diagnosis, not the blog). I started reading your blog tonight and had to write when I got to this post because, correct me if I’m wrong, but don’t self-respecting lesbians adopt three-legged, geriatric bulldogs during major life events? Plus, I think you only get points for the Subaru if its an Outback.

    I’m only kidding. Bindi is beautiful, and I’m looking forward to reading more posts. I’ve been thinking about you and sending healthy thoughts and good energy your way.