Haskell met Nyxie today. At first, Haskell was rather apprehensive. Admittedly, that may be reasonable given half of the etymology for the cat’s name comes from the Greek goddess Nyx. The other half? Nixie Tubes (because we’re nerds), but the name Nixie may come from this kind of nixie. We have a habit of naming our animals in our own ways. If you hadn’t noticed, we named our dog after a programming language.
Nyxie took to the house as one would expect her namesakes to take to their domains: she owns it. As for how Haskell is taking the new addition to our family? He is confused and jealous.
Nyxie is not scared of Haskell, nor is she threatened by his presence. She has not hissed at him once, nor has she swatted at him. This is impressive given he has not behaved in the most reasonable manner toward her, but we’re doing everything at her pace here. By the end of the first 24 hours Nyxie and Haskell have spent several hours in each other’s company peacefully, under the same piece of furniture, sniffing each other.
Nyxie has a healthy appetite and is not showing any signs of stress. Haskell gets agitated if we show Nyxie affection and has learned her name faster than she has. He’s working through his only-child-syndrome.
Many jokes will come of this:
As in the Universe if for all Matter there is Anti-Matter then there too must be Dog and Anti-Dog.
Ceiling Dog and Basement Cat
Haskell is not very effective for Nyxie interactions
Thank you for taking the time to read and I hope this brought a smile to your face. Without you this would be bits of data stored somewhere and recalled only when someone stumbles on it by mistake. Maybe that’s you – Thank you anyway if that’s the case.
At the beginning of April 2020 Missoula Animal Control picked up a little black cat on MacDonald Ave. On 12 May 2020, I brought her home. Her name is Nyxie.
She had been sitting since 7 April 2020. All of the cats need homes, but in a time of stay at home orders, for once pet adoption is on the rise. A once over crowded cat room was practically barren, save the older cats and the little black cats. Another little black cat, Wade, in the kennel above Nyxie, also sat waiting for a home since 29 February 2020. There’s one cat named Dumpster with a laid back personality, but he needs a home with no kids for the long run because he gets irritable around high energy, unpredictable environments – so his owners surrendered him at the age of 5.
Nyxie so far has a strong, independent personality. She is curious and brave. I like that about her. She is precious and I cannot sleep because she is determined that she wants to explore the house, not be kept in a bathroom! She’s yowling, but she purrs so loudly the moment we’re in there. I worry she’s lonely, but she will settle in and sleep.
Why did we get a cat? Because I finally got an allergy test that said I wasn’t allergic to them and she chose us when we opened the kennel door and walked out to head butt our hands immediately, then proceeded to investigate us and decided she wanted to go home with us.
In my personal life, I’m trying to focus on sanity and reframing my life in light of new information. I’m not ready to disclose this because the world circumstances caused a lot of things to take a nosedive into the land of waiting in uncertainty and self examination. For those within the #WritingCommunity that know more, I appreciate the privacy and support you have provided. I’m sure I will open up in time once more things come to light.
What stage of Social Isolation Insanity are you at?
In response to this picture a couple people asked if I’m okay. I promise this is me having a great time while alone and is a preview to an upcoming shenanigan.
This other picture, however, is talking about something else. I recently started feeling homesick for where I grew up. I replay the echoes of seagulls laughing off the Chesapeake Bay as skates taste my feet with confusion as they glide along the sandbars while I rake clams. As the warm waters returned with the shift in the gulf stream, so did the early morning rituals of waterman life. Standing on the back of an aluminum boat, bracing myself against the wake, I dropped crab pots off the side, each one tied to their own neon float with our family name and number marked. As we returned to the creek, the sulfur smell of estuaries warms the chest and the sea spray settles in to the early stages of sunburn this time of year. Oh, there’s that sticky, nasty, painful emotion again. I think I’ve felt it since 2011 when I moved away from the area permanently. Since then, I beat it down until I couldn’t hear that inner voice anymore and thanks to isolation it’s bubbling up. I kept following “opportunity”. Then I got married. For some reason, up until now, I always thought I’d go home.
Now, I live in Missoula, Montana in the middle of a global pandemic. Living in the middle of nowhere is a blessing. It means that besides working from home and isolating, our family spends a lot of time on our property or out and about. Montana never closed the hiking trails or parks and the campgrounds have reopened in most places. Heck, We tried to go camping this past weekend and Chief Looking Glass campground was packed!
Montana is requiring a 2 week quarantine for everyone entering the state, plus we’ve been social distancing since before it was “cool”. We are one of the few states that seems to be holding things together pretty well. We have 21 active cases in the whole state and we have expanded testing. That 1 new case is in Jefferson County.
So what happens next? Well, hopefully I’m going to post fun content that will make people smile and laugh. Maybe I’ll post something that will upset someone and that will either make me care or it won’t. We’ll see. I’m a little weird when it comes to detecting the emotions of others – sometimes they confuse me more than anything else and I need help. With that in mind, consider explaining to me what you find upsetting before jumping down my throat. I may be completely oblivious. I’m not saying you have to do this – it’s a suggestion because I promise I don’t intentionally go out of my way to upset anyone. Be gentle with each other in a time of social isolation – we’re not getting a lot of practice interacting when we live alone or live with a limited set of people.
And with that, I’m going to wrap this personal update. Thank you for reading. Without you this would be text sent into the void of space. If you haven’t heard it today: you are loved. You are a human of value and you deserve to be here. You have something to contribute no matter what that mean voice in the back of your head says and I hope you share it with me someday.