[1]On Saturday, I take Lily (visualize air quotes) to “Club Med.” Or at least that’s what I’m telling her. Instead, she’s being carted off to The Best Little Cathouse in L.A. [2], where she’ll be boarded, cage free, in the “Lavender Group Room” during my trip to Italy. Lily is the first cat I’ve owned, and the more I know her, the more her behavior seems like so many men I’ve dated. Nestling close, purring in my ear one minute, and the next time I try to pick her up, she acts as if we’ve never met. And yet, like always, I keep coming back for more.
Image: Three Cats, 1913, by Franz Marc