In the past month: My cat died. Three of my best friends in the world moved far, far away. Work has been stressful. I signed a lease. I’ve been fucking up with boys. So where the fuck are my emotions? I’ve never given a shit less in my life. There’s just no feelings for anything anymore. It’s sorta nice.
In 1995 I met my best friend, my companion, my guardian, and my only source of unconditional, nonjudgmental form of love: Orange. I was 7 years old when she was born. My aunt’s cat gave birth and when I went to see the new litter of kittens, 5 in total, she came right up to me. A tiny little long haired orange Tabby. An instantaneous bond occured and I knew she had come home with us. My...