Truths About Cats And Dogs
My Cat Eats Yoga Mats, Apparently
One time a few years ago, I saw Jennifer Podemski checking out ahead of me at a grocery store and I was legitimately awestruck. She (and her sisters) have had a subtle but powerful influence on me since the 90’s.
Speaking of the Podemski sisters, all three of them appear at various points in Reservation Dogs, my absolute favourite TV series. I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for a show like this, full of heart and grit and lore and truth and silly jokes. Sarah Podemski makes me feel, when I experience her presence, like I've known her for centuries… and she's not the only one. Every actor in this series is delightfully adept at their craft. The writing is razor sharp. Every scene is a diamond dipped in gold. This series is such a gift.
I keep noticing how much power we wield as drivers of massive steel vehicles. I don't think I'll ever take it for granted. “Watching” (ie, hearing about and witnessing the fallout from) my husband teach hundreds of kids how to drive over the last several years really hammered this home. It's a big, attentive thing drivers do every day, usually without any active acknowledgment of its gravity. But new drivers - learners - do they ever feel that weight. As do driving instructors, professional or otherwise…
Speaking of which, there was a great, unexpected subplot result in Season 1 of Reservation Dogs involving Bill Burr as a highly unprofessional (in a good way) drive test examiner. Watch it. Not merely for this episode, but for literally everything else the show has to offer.
Our mischievous family cat is very ill from eating something really ridiculous. We are 24 hours away from having to say yes or no to $1000+ surgery bill, all because my (lovingly played with and tended to every day and fed only the finest carnivorous nutrition) cat ate chunks of a fucking yoga mat when we weren't looking. According to the vet, it's a surprisingly common thing for stupid idiot* cats to eat nowadays. That doesn't make me feel any better.
Our cat is just a regular cat. He uses his mouth as his hands, explores textures, and gets into trouble as a result. He is also seemingly predisposed to pica - a condition in which somebody compulsively consumes nonnutritive, inedible substances and objects - and his presence in our home has come with a higher than expected price. He's eaten dozens of my kid’s small toys. We've purged any tempting items and keep our kids room off-limits, so Cat Man has discovered the foamy bits on guitar stands and hangers instead. We remove those; he finds something else, ad infinitum - until the dreaded Yoga Mat Incident. His feline intestinal breaking point. Now, here we are. Very sick cat. Rubber yoga mats religiously kept in closets. And we're doing much less yoga as a result.
It's times like these that I miss our wall-to-wall beige carpeted house. Sure, it was gross, rubbing my forehead on a squishy blanket atop decades-old stained carpeting, but no cat-tempting yoga mats were ever required.
The scene where Willy-jack is surrounded by her ancestors is probably the best scene in tv ever. Also, cats 😑 why are they so wonderful and so woefully expensive sometimes
Jackie, my heart, this is too much... Your raven, your old carpet, the unfolding of ones life and the cost of love... Simpler times indeed.
All my love to your man in black🖤