Ode to Kitty

For all my bitching and whining and emo-ing and criticizing, things have been getting better this past year. Jobs have been pretty constant, creativity has improved and life in general has been getting better. There have been downers, yes, and stepbacks too, but that's the thing - life won't be like it used to when I would go full steam ahead without noticing the world around me because the events that changed all that happened and there's no going back. Besides, as much as I miss those times, they weren't real. There were many things wrong which I simply ignored. Now the good and the bad come in equal doses, and I still haven't truly figured out how to handle the bad that well, but over time I'm sure I will.

And though she can't account for all the improvements in my life, Kitty has played a vital part, an important part. She's been my muse when I've been out of ideas, my sanity when I lose it, my comfort when I'm down and makes me smile when I frown. Though I know it pains her every time and sometimes flat out pisses the shit out of her and frustrates her, she's been there.

I can't describe how much I'm thankful to Kitty. True, there have been arguments and spats and flat out fights and sometimes she does drive me up the wall, but the good is so intensely good, her presence so welcome even when she's in a mood. I care for her in a way I haven't cared for someone in such a long time. An hour with her, some cigarettes and a cup of coffee is more enjoyable than five hours on a rollercoaster.

(Though I don't think five hours on a rollercoaster non-stop would be enjoyable for anyone, but you get the drift).

She's fun, she's kooky, she's intelligent and witty, she's super sexy and makes me smile by just looking at her. She's insane in ways that endear and insanely focused in ways that scare me. She's incredibly talented in ways she'll never know and more patient than she gives herself credit for.

She's also an infuriating pain-in-the-ass at times, but nobody's perfect. Why search for perfection in a mortal? And if you think about it real hard, perfection is boring.

I couldn't have reached this stage of my life without Kitty. Though there are ups and downs, I wouldn't give up the way Kitty makes me feel for all the tea in China.

(What the fuck would I do with all that tea anyway?)

I know my emo-ness and general actions are intensely infuriating for her at times and the last thing I'd ever want is to push her away. She's been a constant companion and a wonderful friend, and this ode has been long overdue.

Kitty, we salute you.

And before you say anything, this was the least sickeningly cute pic I could find when I typed 'kitty wave' on Google images. For some reason typing 'kitty salute' got me porn links.

I don't understand the internet.