SUSAN ELIA MACNEAL: Well, here it is, your Sunday moment of Zen.
I've been under the weather all week, but faithfully tended to by nurse-cat Xander (named for Buffy the Vampire Slayer's devoted sidekick, Xander Harris).
|This is Xander with younger sister Lola. She adores him. He tolerates her. Barely.|
Xander's a stray cat we adopted in 2003. Even as a younger cat, he had a grumpy old-man sort of personality. Over the years, he's become even grumpier. If he could shake his fist and yell at the kids to get off the lawn, he would.
I used to say he was like Lou Grant in a tiny fur suit.
Now I say he's like Ron Swanson (from Parks and Recreation) in a tiny fur suit.
The thing about Xander is that he knows when any of us is sick — and then he'll come and cuddle and purr and let you hold him like a teddy bear. (I'm sure he rolls his eyes, but still.) He's even let me warm my cold feet up under him without protest. He's THE BEST.
Anyway, thank you Reds and lovely readers for a great week — and now I'm going back to bed!