Good morning,
This week has been relatively positive. It’s a short work week and the weather forecast has been pretty sunny with high temperatures in the 20s. Unusual for this time of year and I am okay with it. I am a strong believer that no matter how cold the temperature is, as long as there is sun, I feel more energetic and alive. Are we done with small talk?
Over the weekend, Daniel and I celebrated our first year with Henry. This is my first time as a parent, however Daniel grew up with cats his whole life. Which means we were fully prepared to co-parent. I was under the assumption that kittens were generally low maintenance and require little oversight. Henry has put those assumptions to rest. With an ever evolving door, we’re learning so much about our individual identities, our relationship and Henry’s behaviour altogether.
Growing up, I knew I always wanted a dog. I was an avid jogger (I kind of gave up on that) and I wanted a dog to join me on these runs. I had a roommate (hi Chung!) who adopted a dog and I took care of her like she was one of my own. We’re no longer roommates, but we still keep in touch (hi Zoey!). When I was preparing to adopt a dog during rona, the demand was too high and I didn’t want to mentally tax myself with stress. We decided on the next best thing, a kitten.
Adopting a kitten was not easy either, but not as competitive as puppies. Majority of humane societies in Toronto had kittens that were bonded. Or, if you wanted a kitten, you already needed a young cat in the home. After a few searches, we secured a cat 2 hours from Toronto that didn’t have the strict rules within our city. We signed some papers and Londoro was handed to us. (Who the fuck names a cat Londoro?)
Prior to landing his official name, we thought of: Buffy, Princess Diana, and honestly I forgot the rest. It took about two weeks post-adoption when we landed on Henry. I champion and encourage people naming their pets after human names. Stop that Pumpkin or Simba bullshit.
We’ve spent a whole year with Henry and here are a few things Daniel and I learned:
I am now a cat person
Our parenting styles are authoritative
Henry is like a dog
He perpetually wants to play
He is co-dependent
He is loyal
He stops me from leaving the house
He greets me when I enter
The first few months we adopted him, we had about 4-5 hours of sleep, max
He loves ice cream and human food in general
He emotes very well
His poop stinks
He knows what pushes our buttons to get our attention
E.g. - he attacks the plants to wake us up for food, he dings his food bowl if there is no food
We now both have an emotional bond/attachment to Henry in that if he were to die today, I would not be mentally prepared for grief
Daniel - “he’s nuts!” (not an exaggeration)
Henry is also French
Henry was trying to get my attention the whole time I was writing this newsletter.
Homosexual Agenda
Purchased tickets to see Tennis next month! My last concert was Kim Petras in 2019.
On that note from #1, how much do you love Kim Petra’s new song. The video, not so much, but on brand nonetheless.
Honey’s released a Roasted Pumpkin flavour and finished the pint in bed Tuesday evening.
Mitski tickets sold out when I went to purchase them at 10:30AM the day of their release. Which brings me to this tweet:
This article from The Walrus about the barriers Black folx face to have access to therapy. With the root cause being systemically, of course.
Maegan came over and we shared the two bottles of Rosewood wine. A winter white nuanced chardonnay and a less than spectacular red. At least the bottle was nice.
Maegan brought berry pie from OMG. It was gelatinous and delicious. I left the remainder at Alyssa’s and Andrew’s. I say that as if you know them. One day. They are also cat obsessive cat owners. Shout out to those two who subscribed (finally) yesterday afternoon.
I finished Squid Game. You get it. No need for explanation.
My favourite thriller/horror movie is Scream, the first one. I watch it every Halloween. The trailer for Scream 5 came out and it feels like they swapped millennials (Scream 4) for gen z (Scream 5). Wes Craven isn’t involved and I have reservations. I will watch it in theatres regardless.
I spent $12 on rambutans (in Khmer, it’s called sow mow), my favourite fruit. If you are unaware of what it is, it is related to lychees.
Thank you so much for reading about my unconditional love for mon cheri Henry.
Au revoir, a bientot!
Perry
Love reading your stories ❤ Oh Henry you are so adorable 😘😘😘
I enjoyed this. Love the Sears portrait of you two. Truman expected a shout out when you mentioned animals with human names so he’s less than impressed….
Happy 1 year with Henry!
Also - thanks for reopening comments, I feel heard!