Hello,
It’s been a while between posts for a couple of reasons.
The first is that I’m working on something I hope to share very soon.
The second is that I kinda have writer’s block.
I usually think that writer’s block doesn’t affect me much, that there’s always a strategy to get me to sit down and write something.
There’s certainly a lot still happening in the world at the moment.
And I definitely have enough time to write newsletter posts. I’m waiting for uni to start and I’m working part-time.
But there’s something keeping me from throwing myself into any one project. Perhaps I just need a break.
Anyway, a couple of things have happened in the past week of significance.
On Wednesday I turned 37.
I haven’t quite figured out how I feel about that.
And on Friday Max and I welcomed a cat into our home.
Let me introduce you to Hugo.
Hugo is a 5-year-old rescue Russian Blue. As I’m allergic to cat dander, we have been on the lookout for a breed that’s anecdotally “hypoallergenic”, like the Russian Blue, for about a year. Then, miraculously one came up on Pet Rescue. We were too slow getting in contact, but we managed to harass the local cat rescue guy loudly enough that he gave us first dibs on the two other adult Russian Blues he has in foster care. We went with Max, who we renamed Hugo for obvious reasons.
He’s a very gentle cat. He has a lovely disposition, likes getting scratched and patted everywhere (including his belly!), but is still adjusting to the big, scary, new apartment and hides underneath the spare bed most of the day. We coax him out for cuddles, which he needs before he feels comfortable enough to eat, but he’s considerate enough to use the litter box alone.
The commitment to getting a pet is something we’ve struggled with for a while. There have been questions about the stability of our living situation and whether or not we had the dedication it takes to own a dog. We couldn’t get a cat unless it was the right one and we knew we definitely wanted a rescue of either animal. Paying so much outright to breeders seems unethical to us, especially having seen Hugo’s sister, Daisy, and the state her breeding body was in when she was rescued.
But all the uncertainty melted away when Max and I lay on the bed with Hugo giving him pats and listening to him purr. We kept looking at each other with stupid grins on our faces. We were overcome by the cuteness of it all, and the reality of having another living thing in the house.
I just can’t wait until Hugo is brave enough to own every room in the apartment. I want him to watch the birds on the balcony intently. Who knows, maybe they’ll become friends? I’ve heard cats and birds get on really well.
Things of interest:
Writing Systems
The latest video by ContraPoints is so great. It’s 90 minutes long, but very easy to watch.
OK, I’m off to work up the chutzpah to get back into the swing of things on here.
Please, writing gods, inspire me again!
Until next time, thanks for sticking around :)