Coco, our cat, whining in the car on the way to the farm. It reminds me of being on the 91, driving to LA from Riverside with Elsie in the back. She’s 2 months old and I go to LA because I want to walk around where the interesting stuff is happening…Santa Monica or Silverlake. Not Riverside. Riverside is where my grief and boredom live. When Elsie cries in the car, I reach back and try to reposition her big soother. It’s a feat to find her face and keep us driving straight. Fortunately the soother is enourmous and her face is small. So usually I’m successful. I wonder why they haven’t invented big soothers for cats…
Excited for that Beaton graphic novel!