Kitty Cat Photo Sesh and Love Profession: Onion
I had a terrible dream last night that Onion died. I want to believe in a universe that would never take away a kitty with such incredible whiskers, but I know it must eventually.
When I woke up, I found that Onion had gently inserted these very whiskers into my ear canal. I was grateful, because the jerk who just woke me up was breathing. I told him he was a lovely bedfellow, and he placed his paw against my cheek.
He really does this. It's impossible not to be wooed.
One day, I will tell the story of how this cat saved my life one afternoon, how he reminded me what connection felt like just when I was going to walk away from everything, how he gave me back my ability to heal myself. He did it in one 30-second moment, but it was powerful enough to stick for the last eight years.
I know he's just a cat — really, though, we know that Onion is not just anything — but he taught me the reality of what it is to look for the helpers when terrible things happen, the deep truth within the hopefulness of Fred Rogers' mother's words:
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping."
Sometimes, your helper turns out to have four paws and six-inch whiskers.
Thanks for staying alive, Onion. We get another 50 years together, right?