cats are going to be alright

She used to fetch the jolly rancher candies that my grandmother stored in her purse. She would chase them up and down the stairs, across the living room and into the bathroom. When I was 9 or 10 years old, I caught her bathing in the sun, asleep. I snuck up on her and spooked her in a way that had her jump straight up into the air a good two feet completing a back flip on the way down. I remember when we picked her up from the shelter, a scared kitten, her voice howled through the inside of my mother's car as we drove home. Her paws reached out of the holes of the box that we brought her home in.

On Thursday, my mother had eye surgery. It went well. Before the eye surgery, she brought Misty in to be euthanized. Both procedures were successful

This morning I went to a farewell brunch for Oliver at Nicole's place. There were lots of friends there and it was a good time. Afterwards, Al and I jammed for a while before we rode our bikes out to Berkeley and climbed Grizzly Peak. We descended the hill and rode back to Oakland and we in our house in less than 30 min. I called my mother because I was confused about life. She told me that her surgery and Saturday had gone well and that she was feeling good. My sister is at the house painting for the weekend. My father is relaxing with the dogs. She also told me about how she had to put the cat down. It was sad for both of us. A piece of my youth and our family disappeared with that cat.