Stuff I Talk About

by Christina Ledbetter

Pets

Clawing My Way Out

Sorta good idea: Sharing with the Internet my tittering flirtation with depression. Turns out, a lot of you have pranced (or moped, rather) through some odd places of your own. Lowly spots are a bit more cheery when there’s company, no? Sorta not a good idea: Sharing with the Internet my tittering flirtation with depression. Turns out, my mom reads my blog and for a while she and her friends were […]

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Benson Loved the Cat

Fact I know to be true: Jesus Christ is seated at the right hand of God. (Colossians 3:1) Sorta dodgy theology I am currently embracing: Jesus Christ now has an orange lap cat. *** Harold came to us fourteen years ago. Benson and I had been married a little over a year and set out to a cat rescue organization one day with an empty animal carrier in the back seat […]

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Anxiety Part II

So like I said, I’ve got the bad nerves. And because the thought of seeking out a black market doctor who will prescribe Quaaludes willy-nilly from his duplex frightens me (parking is always a nightmare at duplexes), I have some other handy tricks at my disposal. First of all, here are some things I do to keep my anxiety at bay in the first place, which apparently don’t work very […]

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Cats, Dogs, Plants

Cats I got a job writing book reviews, which basically means Harold gets a new bed delivered to the front door every other week. Harold and I both now have our dream jobs. Dogs Have you ever seen on Oprah or something where some lady saw a 20/20 documentary on orphans in Russia and was like, “I saw this boy on the TV and knew he was my son”? And […]

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Washing Dishes

The other night while I washed dishes, Harold the cat was busy sleeping on the couch, and Benson was busy cuddling him. “Harold, what do you smell like?” Benson asked, rubbing Harold’s armpits. I called from the kitchen, “He smells good! I smell him all the time – he’s like…like, warm and soft smelling.” “You’re right! He smells nice,” he said, burrowing his nose into Harold’s belly. “Do you want to […]

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