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February 12th, 1999
| Jasmine is at that point where she realizes that David is gone for more than just an evening. She was very glad to see me just now, when I walked in at 1am. She's mewing, sometimes insistently, but more often just quietly and forlornly, rubbing up under my legs before she searches the apartment again for David. | |||
| Jasmine is, of course, David's cat. | |||
| He's had her since she was a kitten, some 10 years ago now, and there's no debating that kind of bond. Sure, she's nicer to me than she is to David -- I'm flattered when she swipes at me or bites me, but it's never as hard or as often as she bites David. And last night, she curled up on my lap (I put both legs outstretched on the coffee table, the way he does, and she curled right up), but she bit at me when I tried to pet her. Tonight, she'll probably not sleep under the bed, but on it, with me, for comfort. Who am I kidding? For warmth.* Still, it'll be nice not to sleep alone tonight. | *David puts out an incredible amount of body heat. It's great in the winter; when we get in bed he'll either "warm up" my side by lying there, or cuddle up close to me to help me warm up the chilly sheets. | ||
| I miss David too. | |||
| You can tell a lot about a person by the personality of their cat. I personally think cats like to emphasize your bad points, just to humiliate you in front of people who know this fact. For instance, Gryphon, my cat, can be very lovey and affectionate. He'll lie on his tummy for you, but will pull your hands away from his belly with his paws, wanting you to scritch his head instead. But, when David was visiting, he acted all jealous and put off. He will only let you pet him if he's the only cat demanding attention (no small feat in my mother's house with 8 cats). If another comes up, even if you ignore her, Gryphon will get put out and jump down. | |||
| Jasmine is moody. She doesn't like change. Even though she gets all irate with the closest person in the world to her (David) and bites and swipes occasionally, boy does she feel it when he leaves. She's grateful that I'm here (she's known me over a year now), but she's making it clear that I'm not a fully sufficient replacement for fuzzy, warm David. | |||
| I should go to bed. It's late, and I'm supposed to get up early to go into the city with Mary Anne and Karina. They want me to drive, which I'm considering, but I'm nervous. It doesn't help that I know that David would be very high-strung about me driving his car into the City (all those hills, you know). I also just hate driving in the East Bay and I know driving and parking is much much worse over there. Perhaps I should, though, just to say I've done it. | |||
| Mary Anne and I practiced her poem for two voices, Carol Throws a Party. It's good. It's something you can't read on the page, but have to hear two people reading it. I made her practice it over and over -- we had to work at getting the simultaneous stuff down, and our rhythms are different. But when we're on, we're pretty damn hot together. I'm a little nervous about having an audience (especially with people with Big Names like Carol Queen in the audience) -- hopefully the repetitive practicing that Mary Anne whined about will pay off then. | |||
| You should come, if you're in the Bay Area. It's at the DNA lounge at 375 11th Street in San Francisco. Doors open at 7:00 and the reading starts at 7:30 sharp. It's a benefit for the San Francisco Sex Information Hotline, and there's lots of other writers featured too (like the afore-mentioned Carol Queen), and it should be a good time. |