1.) Morrison has officially moved in with me!
2.) So has his cat, Cracker, who is sly, smart, sweet, all white, all knowing, and, according to Morrison, protects us from bad spells that are cast upon us by disgruntled Uber drivers.
3.) I LOVE THEM BOTH AND HAVING THEM HERE.
4.) BUT MAYBE A LITTLE BIT MORE THE CAT.
I haven’t had a cat since the illustrious Baby Kitty, my Brooklyn friend and ward. I didn’t know how much I missed having an animal stare at me curiously while while I ramble to it about my day, while I tell it it’s a little cornish hen, while I ask it what it is doing, how its day was. There is something calming about the relationship, different than one with a dog, who might attack you / demand attention when you get home. The cat gives you mild interest, a calm and loving apathy.