our newest addition
Most of the time, I’m a very rational person. I tend to make decisions quickly, but always with forethought and confidence in that decision. I am sensible, logical, and deliberate.
At other times, I just trust my instinct and go with what feels right.
Six days after my father died, and the day before his visitation, I opened an email from a cat breeder whose email list I’ve been on for several years. Her email announced that she had a litter of Maine Coon kittens available for adoption, and included were photos of them. The fourth photo was of this little guy.
When I opened that email, I was feeling vulnerable and weak. I was an emotional mess. We were not in the market for a new cat, but when I saw his face, I knew I wanted him. The rational part of me had a serious talk with the part of me that just wanted to bury my face in that kitten’s fur. Rational Me explained all the downsides of a new kitten – the expense, the extra clean-up, the fact that it might disrupt the relationship between the other two cats, and (for a second and third time, for good measure) the expense.
Irrational Me decided that Rational Me was being a jerk and was no fun at all.
We welcomed Jackson* two days ago. He is everything I hoped he would be, and more.
*The name, Jackson, was inspired by a few different sources. One of my father’s favorite musicians was Jackson Browne, and his song “The Load Out” played at his visitation service. Jackson also comes from Jackson Hole, one of my dad’s favorite places on earth. Finally, the lead character in Ken Follett’s Pillars of the Earth – one of Dad’s favorite books, and a book we both have read over and over again – is Jack Jackson.