Small Things & Curing Unhappiness

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Yesterday, I bought a tiny cactus from Trader Joe’s. It wasn’t just any tiny cactus though. It was a tiny cactus in a tiny pot in a tiny, orange, cat-shaped pot holder. My friend bought one the day before and sent me a picture. “I can get you one tomorrow,” she wrote. And that’s why we’re friends. She knows that I adore my own cat, to a startling degree. My love for my cat is how I measure every other love in my life. I love him almost as much as I love Chub Chub, I think to myself as I watch my beloved boyfriend sauté an organic chicken breast over medium-low heat, beads of sweat pouring down his very pretty face.

It isn’t polite to talk about, but I can understand why people are more upset by their pets passing away than by the death of their beloved great aunt, for example. Pets are with us every day. They’ve seen us at our ugliest, saddest, and most disgusting, but they don’t care. Pets provide an unconditional love that is unmatched by any human, alongside a comfort that can only be provided by a being that does not speak. I’ve cried into my cats’ fur many times, and never once has he judged me for dating another asshole, or for failing miserably at a race, or for not closing a deal at work. My cat just purrs and rubs his tiny tawny head into my flaccid breast and breathes his rotten fish breath directly into my half-open mouth. But I digress.

I bought the tiny cat curled around a tiny cactus because I like cats, and because it’s almost impossible to kill a cactus and because it made me feel just a tiny bit better. For the low-low price of $5.99 plus taxes, I took home a little trinket that will brighten my day every time I see it perched on the window ledge near the desk that I stand at for roughly eight hours, five days a week, where I make call after call in a mad quest to make a company that I do not own more money. I like my job, but I’ll like it more now that I have a tiny cat curled around a cactus giving me the side-eye every time I happen to look out the window.

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