Day 325 of Project 365: Heat therapy.

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Zen needs a heated mat and a portable radiator these days. She was born in Alabama and anything other than a tropical climate is too cold for her old bones.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the tumble-dryer.

Day 313 of Project 365: Election night palate-cleanser.

Zen wants to cuddle.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: ugh. Just ugh.

Day 289 of Project 365: Storm buddies.

Zen was very brave during the worst of the storm today, valiantly demanding food and attention in between naps. Wait, that’s every day for Zen.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the ending credits of “Mascots”, which was vaguely amusing but not as funny as I wanted it to be.

Day 281 of Project 365: Cat pictures, please.

I’ll be hiding inside for a few days while I recuperate from the cold that finally won. Zen is helping by performing quality assurance testing on the radiator.

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If you haven’t read Naomi Kritzer’s wonderful story, “Cat Pictures Please” already, I highly recommend it.

Writing from: my sickly study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Body Gold” by Oh Wonder.

Day 276 of Project 365: Sunday cooking.

Today I made vegetarian mole chili, cornbread, and raw chocolate chip cookie dough bites. Tonight I am full!

 

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In the wee hours of the morning, Zen heaved herself up the stairs not once but twice because FunkyPlaid and I were too asleep to pay attention to her. Goodness knows how long it took her to climb the stairs, but she did it. After accomplishing that feat, Zen shoved the bedroom door open and yowled at the top of her lungs.

That was a fun way to wake up.

Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: Maria Bamford’s “Ask Me About My New God!”

Day 275 of Project 365: Radiator time.

It’s autumn, all right. Everyone in this house is feeling sick and/or chilly, and Zen has claimed her spot next to the portable radiator. Time for more sleep.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the ending credits of “Zootopia”. Cute film.

Day 260 of Project 365: Day off.

Zen is teaching me how to relish my three-day weekend. She is really good at recharging.

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Writing from: my study in Portland. Listening to: “When You Wish Upon a Star” by Cliff Edwards & Disney Studios Chorus.

Day 250 of Project 365: Me and my alien.

Nearly twenty years ago she crash-landed on Earth. I couldn’t pronounce her alien name but “Tazendra” works all right. If I promise to fork over the food she begrudgingly allows me to cuddle her for a few minutes at a time. It’s a good arrangement.

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Writing from: my cuddly study in Portland. Listening to: Zen take a vigorous bath.

Day 240 of Project 365: Pet names.

Like many pet owners, I have a million nicknames for my cat. I have so many nicknames for Zen that I rarely call her by her actual name. Currently the frontrunner is Chimichanga. She resembles a deep-fried burrito, no?

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N.B. The Wikipedia entry for “chimichanga” is unexpectedly and delightfully thorough.

Day 238 of Project 365: Gingerly, gracefully.

Ginger isn’t as pliable, as needy as Zen is. Although Ginger must walk like other cats from place to place I often think of her as floating, or drifting, appearing again on the horizon. Just out of reach. A mirage, even.

Sometimes I will look down from where I sit to find Ginger looking at me. The look has more weight to it; I give it weight. She doesn’t seem particularly curious about my motives, but she observes. She notices.

Tonight Ginger fell asleep near me on the sofa and her paws, all four, and her face too, everything was all at once in action. Twitching, pulsing. Fascinated, I watched her dreams of inhabiting a younger set of bones and tendons. Her back paws curled up as if she tensed to launch. I pictured her on a night-drenched mesa, stalking the scent of lizard.

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Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Incandescent” by Astronoid.