And I don’t mean Earl.
I’m referring to Katrina - but not that Katrina. Well…not exactly.
The Marmalades are on the move again. This week, the ginger cats and their honorary-marmalade friends moved on up from the Special Needs Suite to Suite A.
Along the way, they also upped the ratio of “orange” to “non-orange.”
Funny how words can have elastic meanings.
Friend can mean “close, cherished, intimate acquaintance,” or “guy I accidentally bumped into on the way to study hall 47 years ago who just found me on Facebook.”
Bad once meant “bad” (as in, “you’re a bad chef, because your chicken stew tastes like vomit”), then it meant “awesome” (”I wanna be like them baaaad dudes”), then it meant “bad” again, and now it’s having a renaissance as “awesome.”
But perhaps the most elusive word in our lexicon is adoptable.
I love when someone adopts a cat. I love when they make it a double.
And I swoon with glee when they supersize the order and adopt cats in triplicate - or triplikitten, as the case may be.
The only consolation in losing a love like Pitzel is trusting what lies ahead.