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That said, I'm writing this post like a series of tweets.

Discovered that red wine really jazzes up when rum or vodka is added.

Red wine is so much better with vodka or rum added that in fact I suggest you skip the red wine bit altogether.

Red wine + rum or vodka - red wine = less carbs!

I got a cat.

She is almost six months old.

I love her dearly except from 3AM to 6AM.

I fantasize about boarding my cat overnight at the vet or sneaking out to my car to sleep when I am particularly delirious from sleep deprivation.

I adopted my cat in January. I haven't had real sleep since then.

Pet insurance is awesome, in particular when the kitten you adopt is straight from kitten death row and requires THOUSANDS of dollars in vet bills.

On the bright side my cat's energy at night is a sign that she is going to be healthy someday, on the downside I still have to express the pus out of her eyes and give her eye drops.

For two solid months my free time consisted of enticing a small skeletal swath of fur to eat special food mixed with prebiotics, probiotics, antibiotics, bovine colostrum, fiber supplement and exhaustion.

My cat no longer feels like an achingly sad pile of bones barely covered with ratty, oddly discolored fur. Now she is a slightly more filled out pile of ratty, oddly discolored fur.

My cat is the cutest cat that has perhaps ever lived.

Beauty can be in the eye of the beholder.

After I dumped my jackass ex, over a year ago now, it was oh so very, very sad to have no one to say "I love you" to anymore. Now I say "I love you" at least twice a day, to my cat. It really does make a difference, and I really do love her.

Thank God for small favors and tiny kittens; covered from head to toe in their own sick, behind two inches of plexiglass in a tiny cage, desperately underweight and ill, too pathetic and feeble for anyone else to take, that need me even more than I need them, that I get to love and help to thrive.

Thank God I got to her in time.

Thank God she lived.

Thank God (my cat agrees) for Zyrtec D and allergy treatments covered by my insurance that help me cope with my cat's ratty, oddly colored fur.

Thank God I survived 2011 mostly intact; 2012 is a year of rebuilding and growth and perspective.

Love to all of you.


Edited To Add: My cat chirps. Chirps! She doesn't meow, she chirps. The vet and I and all my friends find this to be the most darling thing EVER. Fin.