jakorte's blog

I don’t know why I am obsessed with putting myself out there. The tendency is to say it’s a noble attempt to help others. The truth is that I am hoping to connect.

I love my cat, especially because she is so independent.

She doesn’t need unending attention; she walks away when she has had her fill. Every once in a while though, I would like a little jump up-in-my-lap and show me you really love me attention. Every extremely rare once-in-a-while she decides to do just that. She never stays for more than a few seconds; unless I quickly grab her and hold her close and tight. She never struggles to get away, but the moment I relax my hold, she’s off to do whatever it is she had in mind to start with.

We’re a lot alike in other ways, too. We both don’t talk much, love taking naps in the sun, adore shrimp, and don’t require much fanfare. She faithfully watches over me at night when I lay down to sleep, and then quietly moves away as I drift off. I can understand her reasons for that.

Truthfully, she moves off because I tend to flip really quickly in my sleep. My abrupt bed flips have resulted many times in an unwilling-to-be, but inevitably, flying cat.

I’ve had the same catapulting experience when people have flipped on me, so I watch carefully for signals that it’s time to slide over and get out of the way. I don’t ever really go away, though. I just hang outside of reach until I’m ready to reconnect, and it’s safe enough to go back for more.

jak