October 21, 2020 |Q the kitty joined our home in April. His mother, homeless, left him in a friend's barn.
Ever since, Q the kitty has been caring for my family's mental health.
We talk about mental health in my family, more frequently in recent months.
And we talk about Q the kitty all the time. Every day he makes us laugh.
When dog-like, he follows us around the house.
When he chases feet treacherously down stairs;
Chews toes, hands, and everything else (including Halloween decorations!);
Comes running to a John Mulaney quote;
Ambushes an unimpressed elder cat;
Or hides on the off-limits dinner table, half-visible beneath a newspaper.
We are thankful for Q the kitty. On some days, those laughs have sustained us.
Some of you know what I mean--when a pet, a friend, a family member, a child, a sunset, or something else sparks unexpected laughter.
Oh: Q is for Quarantine. Q is for the Star Trek character. Q is for the 17th letter of our alphabet.
To be clear: Q the kitty is no conspiracy theorist. And just to be sure that doesn't change, we monitor his screen time closely.