Kittylove Makes the World Go Round

One of the greatest love affairs I've ever witnessed is between my husband and his cat.

Tigernan, or Nombly, or Nomble-boms, was brought into our lives by my old roommate Delyriam. She agreed to *temporarily take care of him* (he was homeless) but we both knew that was a laugh.

I remember first meeting him--I opened the door to Delyriam's bedroom and there was this stripey guy curled up in her laundry basket. Well of course I loved him, cause I love all cats. His name was Tiger--how original--so Delyriam and I renamed him Tigernan, after the Irish pirate. But that was often shortened to Noms, and then Nombly, and now he'll answer to either. Nombly suit him somehow... cause he's all sweet and kind and cuddly.

I was dating Fernando at the time, and when he and Nombly met it was love at first time. As two children with Sketchy Pasts (Fernando was from a foster home, Nombly from the streets) they were soul mates. They're both worriers, and they turn to each other when they need shelter from a threat-filled world.

Whenever Fernando comes home Nombly just wants to be held by him; and when Fernando has a Nombly in his arms, you can see on his face that maybe the world is not such a bad place after all.

[I took this photo 5 minutes ago when I turned my head and saw this major cuddling session going on. The other pics are from the archives.]

The Story of Me: In Bookmarks

When my brother cleaned out the back of a closet before moving, he found a box that must have been my stuff stored in the Parental Basement, which accidentally made its way into his hands.

I threw out everything in it except this:

The date on the back says 1983, when I was 10 years old. Clearly Chewbacca should be added to two lists:

(1) My heroes. I always remember Yoda, but who was my hero long before Yoda? The tall furry one. Chewbacca, or--as I heard in a French translation once--Chico-ba. (Must be his pimp name.) Of course, I now know that Chewie and Yoda are old war buddies.

(2) My vegan influences. My animal-loving tendencies must have even trumped my feminist tendencies because it took me a long time to get over Leia calling Chewie a "walking carpet."

Sadly, I don't have one of these (though I do have a zebra backpack named Chappie.)