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With FDA approval on the horizon, an internal document lays out measures to treat PTSD and stanch the suicide crisis.
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Thus the heavens and the earth, and all the work for the week, were finished. And so on the seventh day, They slept in until 8:30 a.m. Then They looked upon each other and proclaimed, “Damn, is it time to go to the grocery store again? Didn’t we just do that?!”
All the work They had done to create the delicious chickpea lunch bowl for last week felt like it should have covered Them for several more days. But it did not. And so now They must come up with another equally good idea, though They have no good ideas and the only food They can remember that exists is hot dogs.
And so They began the creation of the week’s meal plan, though They each hoped unto themselves that The Other would proclaim, “Whatever, let’s just get takeout all week and go bowling.”
And so They looked upon each other for the next hour and said, “What do you feel like eating?”
“I don’t know, what do you feel like eating?”
“I asked you first.”
Finally, She suggested bolognese. Thus the Other She exclaimed, “It takes like three hours to cook bolognese. We have pickleball this week, and you’re working late two nights. We need a bunch of easy stuff.”
Mai Tran began catsitting in 2021 while Tran was on pandemic unemployment, often staying overnight in people’s homes. Tran has now cared for twenty-two cats and traveled to ten apartments all over New York City, observing the interior lives of cat owners and appeasing their neuroses. From home vet visits to black eyes to refugee cats, Chronicles of a Catsitter documents the most memorable days on the job.
In late 2021, I pick up another gig through the cat rescue Facebook group. The couple I work for lives only a few blocks away, so I arrange to drop in twice a day to hang out and feed the cats rather than stay overnight. The couple keeps four long-haired cats in a one-bedroom apartment. They send me photos of each pet along with detailed bios. The cats’ names, slightly altered for anonymity but the same in essence, are King Fluff, Ding Dong, Pilaf, and Freddy.
Oh my god, hey! How’s it going?
I feel like such a jerk, man. It has been the craziest week. I am literally just seeing this ransom note now.
Ugh, I’m the worst.
Okay, hang on, hang on, I’m just skimming back through—ah, shit. I see you set a meet time two nights ago, right under the old oak tree in Magellan Park. You didn’t end up—
You did? You weren’t waiting long, were you?
A couple of hours? Even though you hadn’t heard from me? Huh, okay. I mean, I would’ve confirmed at least—
No, no, totally fair. I get it, that’s on me.
Wait, that wasn’t the night with all the crazy rain, was it? Man, you must’ve gotten soaked.
How’s my kid holding up, anyway?
Oh, yeah, that sounds like him. Hey, let me ask you a question: Are you giving him a little iPad time at night?
All right, I mean, that’s your call. I know I tried to be a real “no screen time” hardliner at first, but honestly, you’re just punishing yourself. Believe me, I’m not going to tell anyone if he gets a little too much time with Ms. Rachel if it’s going to make your life easier.