Day 3: Why Quinn Always Gets in the Way

Quinn is... what. How do I even explain Quinn? He's...well, huge. He's hyper. He's a lover. He's a leaner.

He's fearless.

He roars.

Quinn is my one year old 15 pound goofy tom-cat. He has this innocent shocked look on his face all the time like he's constantly discovering new things and is in amazement of everything around him.

He's huge- hard solid muscle and gigantic feet. Goofy and silly and always making me laugh because he's falling off of something, or chasing something that isn't there, or randomly leaping over me while I'm reading a book. He attacks the broom, and the vacuum cleaner, and the other cat, and anything else that moves, dangles, or casts a shadow.

He follows me everywhere and leans on me. I think he gave up on snuggling when he didn't fit under my chin anymore. Now he just stretches out along my side or my leg- and when I say stretches out, I mean he is as long as my whole leg. He dips his head and touches it to my face so that I can give him kisses.

The boy is gigantic. This is a large cat. And he's still growing. He's everywhere all the time. He is ALWAYS in the way.

I have a philosophy about why that is, actually.

This last year in particular I've been having a tough time emotionally. I've been dealing with a lot of really hard situations, and feelings. I got a new day job that is very demanding. I've been recording an album, and composing for a show. My divorce was finalized. Cori-Cat passed away in March. I tried to start dating again. I've had a couple of big scorcher fights with God, and one with my Mom.

I've cried a lot this year.

And Quinn was always in the way. He was always laying next to me and then falling off the bed. He was always wanting me to play with him. He was always standing up on the sink to "help" me put my makeup on in the morning when it was so hard just to put one foot in front of the other. He was always precariously balanced on the side of the tub while I tried to hide underwater [because Cori used to- she taught him that. The difference being, she was more graceful, loved water and didn't have claws...can anyone else see the danger in the situation?]

During all those private moments of suffering, the universe had sent a reminder that I wasn't alone, there is always another perspective, there is always a reason to laugh, there is always a broom to attack...

And that is why Quinn is always in the way.