Oh god, James…

Fuck the stereotype, luv. Elsa is a beauty. That lady pic of her in your lap. When an animal, especially those most capricious and fickle lil shits, cats, are that damn relaxed on and with you it’s special. Simple as. And, honestly that they are so damn pernickety it makes all the more significant when a cat chooses you.

Yes I’m a near 50 year old gay trans woman with 3 cats. Screw it. I also care for an extremely disabled wife of over 20 years so those early paragraphs hut home, hard. Caring is exhausting. And I’m sure there were moments even when your dad was still around that you felt profoundly alone. Animals shouldn’t be diminished on estimating their ability to mitigate these stresses. Their love, and it is love emphatically, is valid.

This is my wife Lee in her usual level of discomfort, taken while I write. With The Uncanny Mister Nibbles…He’s doing what he can and that helps me. I hope you, Sam, and Elsa are healthy, happy, and safe.

Much love, many hugs.



Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Poet. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.

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