There is something about a blank page, blank screen, flashing cursor, naked line screaming for content. Break the seal, crack the glass, rip the bandaid off and write. So on with the first of 100 daily posts.
I have a cat, Arizona, who I haven't written much about on the blog, although she is one of my favourite photographic subjects on Instagram. She is my baby, my daughter, my comfort, my companion and my little muse. Yes, muse in the sense of I can't stop taking photos of her but in another way too. I got sober on 5 October 2013 and Arizona was born three days later. She is a type of symbol, talisman, and my new vice. I run up the stairs to my flat when I get home to scoop her up in my arms. She has the softest fur I've ever felt and I bury my face in her warmth.
My brother says that cats only meow at humans. Arizona is very communicative. This morning I realise that she has me wrapped around her perfect little claw. When I answer her meow I am not just a crazy cat lady, I can actually understand her! There is the "Where are you?", the "Feed me!", the "Let me into the bathroom" and then this little "purp" sound, like a chirp that she mostly uses on my brother which I guess means "what up?".
I still maintain I'm not touched in the brain. Promise.
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