The Hardest Goodbye

I’ve been putting off writing this because I wanted some time to privately grieve, but also I knew if I got even a single kind word or condolence from you, I wouldn’t be able to handle all that has been going on. But now it’s time to write this down, as so many of you loved this cat over these long pamie.com years.

Sweet Cal is gone. Continue reading

Purr Your Request

I’m not helping this “Crazy Cat Lady” thing any with this, but in my defense: you guys specifically asked for it.

Yesterday I posted a tweet at one point saying that you guys were lucky I have restraint and don’t make old-timey videos with my cat who lets me put him in various outfits. Immediately, you guys were like: “Please post immediately.”

So this is what I did. Many thanks to Cal, who is patient, even though you can tell he’d like me to go be busy doing something else.

Pictures of Cats and Sunsets

I’ve had a few deadlines in a row lately, which makes me neglect this space. I feel guilty about it, I promise you. I’ve had “Write up the Orient Express stories” on my to-do list since we got back… was that September? Anyway, I find that when I’m inspired to jot something quickly over here, it’s usually just short enough for a tweet, or so long that if I write it over here I won’t be working on what I’m supposed to be working on script/pitch/outline/novel-wise. Continue reading

they say pets make you live longer. ha.

Gross: Cal got coffee all over my table, laptop, purse and script.

Grosser: He did that by dipping his nasty-ass paws in my coffee and then flinging his feet around like he’s discovered a new medium with which to create his art.

Grossest: I learned this because when I just took a sip from my mug, I smelled kitty litter.

An Open Letter to My Cat.

Dear Cal,

Are we currently starring in some kind of romantic comedy together? Or are you planning on auditioning for a Will Ferrell movie or something? Because our time together lately, if montaged with a kicky Katrina and the Waves song in the background, looks like something Touchtone Pictures would proudly present.

Maybe you’re mad about the other night, when I moved in my sleep and it scared you so much you fell off the bed. Obviously I didn’t mean to wake up with such a start, but I probably shouldn’t have pointed at you and laughed. I don’t even know if my finger was anywhere near you, since it was so dark I couldn’t see anything. But if you could have heard what I heard — me gasping out of a nightmare, you gasping in a kitty sound, and then thunk-BUNK! — you would be pointing and laughing, too. Continue reading

grateful and grumpy (aka: old-lady pamie)

For those of you who are crazy cat ladies/actual veterinarians/long-time fans: Thank you for writing in about Cal and his new meds. That’s very kind of you, and your advice is much appreciated. Yay for Pill Pockets. Now if only Greenies made a “Liquid-y Vomit Catcher ™” for thirty minutes after Cal’s had his medicine.

I don’t need to be yet another person to tell you how hot it was in Los Angeles this weekend, but I will be. It was hot. Very hot. Continue reading