Surfacing After Silence

Life. After.

The Cats

Somehow she finds this comfortable





After the (probably one and only for her lifetime) bath


This is what she does every morning until I actually open the blinds



The above is Albie.  Alba is the nominative feminine singular form of albus in Latin.  Albie is just a way to make a diminutive of that.

I got Albie in the spring of 2003 from the local ASPCA.  I picked her because when I picked her up and she climbed on my shoulder, I let go, thinking, “She’ll never jump five feet to a concrete floor.”  But sure enough, she jumped and then took off running.  She is known by my friends as Attention Slut, because she thinks everyone who comes to my apartment is there for her: the UPS man, the maintenance crew, my friends.  She will not sleep on the side of the bed closest to the wall, even though the bed is not next to the wall.

The below is Clarissa, named after Clarissa in Virgina Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway. Clarissa (the cat) is absolutely batshit crazy.  I got her from a woman who rescues cats and kittens.  Clarissa was separated from her mother at Day Four because the human owner was going to self-euthanize the kittens.  I don’t know her real height because she is always hunched over, ready to run away.  The last time my parents were here, my mom made dinner for my friends, and Clarissa hid in the closet under a shelf.  She also likes to run across the living room, smack into the floor-to-ceiling window to catch the squirrels on the other side.  I recently moved my bed, and for a week, she refused to go anywhere near the bed and sat in my bedroom doorway.  I think she was making sure no one else was going to come in and move things on her again.

She's crazy.

She’s crazy.



Sleeping on a pile of backpacks in a closet


Clarissa after the bath


I haven’t thought to update this page in a long time.  Albie and Clarissa.  My cats.  Always.  But.  Two years ago, Clarissa had kidney disease and had to be put to sleep, and I got Amara.  A month ago, Albie had to be put to sleep because the only way to help lessen the severe pain she was in would have been to do an exploratory surgery–that might not work.  And I got Camena.


124This is Amara.  Can be translated as evil or crazy depending on the passage.  Here she is in her cat carrier in Missouri as we were packing up, and you can see she’s quite content here.  Put her in a car, however, and you will hear continuous yowls that sound like they’re coming from the devil in the depths of hell.  Not exactly fun on a 14 hour drive.  But she is still my baby, nicknamed “The Little Bitch” by my mother for her antics as a kitten and the amount of things she knocked off shelves.

001This is Camena, Latin for muse, specifically muse of poetry.  She was two months when I adopted her and in the previous three weeks has already gained over two pounds.  She purrs almost on command.  She thinks she can help me write, but it’s not very convenient.  She is annoying the hell out of Amara, who has developed a healthy growl.  Camena is bipolar and will race up and down the hallway and run into walls and then suddenly fall asleep in the middle of the floor.  I think they refer to this as “rapid cycling.”  She has no nickname yet.


  1. never noticed this section before. Love it:)

    Comment by slzu | October 28, 2009 | Reply

  2. awww

    Comment by janie | November 5, 2009 | Reply

  3. When my cat got to old to wash properly, I used to bath her every week. There’s something very vulnerable about a wet cat, and drying her off properly would take a whole evening. She hated being bathed, but always seemed grateful to be clean.

    Comment by myspeakingvoice | March 20, 2010 | Reply

  4. pretty kitties!
    next week I’m embarking on a cross country road trip with my baby… wish me luck!

    Comment by Wednesday | March 28, 2010 | Reply

  5. 🙂

    Comment by Alexis Katchuk | February 26, 2011 | Reply

  6. Cute kitties!

    Comment by Jennifer Avventura | May 25, 2011 | Reply

  7. Love the meditating on the closed verticals. Perhaps to her, the day is not there until you open the blinds.

    Comment by Blue | May 25, 2011 | Reply

  8. They are wonderful and your tale as well!

    Comment by lacameraastratta | May 26, 2011 | Reply

  9. There’s nothing better than cats!

    Comment by Renee | May 27, 2011 | Reply

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