My Old Cat

self-portrait taken sometime in 2003
This morning I woke up from a dream in which my old cat was looking down on me, J and our baby. Then I remembered my cat died on this day last year. She was really old and scraggly and I loved her very much. While J dug a hole in our backyard, I bent over her dead body and whispered, “Come back to me!” I was six months pregnant and hoping her kitty soul would reincarnate in my baby so we could still be together. I wonder if several souls can reincarnate into one new life. Kind of like in Being John Malkovich. If it’s possible, I imagine my old cat (for her mischief), J’s grandmother (for her beauty and intelligence) and Freddie Mercury (for his amazing talent) reborn in my little monkey.



great christmas present!!!
just hope the picture was a lot bigger, but anyway, that was great fucking!!!!!!!