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Image description: A four page black and white comic of my tortoiseshell cat, Bunny, complaining that I wonβt let her in from the screen porch.
Page 1Β
Panel 1: A small tortoiseshell cat sits on the other side of a glass door, looking up sadly, saying, βMama! Mama, help! Iβm in the screen porch!βΒ
Panel 2: She scratches at the door. βMama! Mama Iβm trapped! Iβm trapped in the screen porch! Mama!β she cries.Β
Panel 3: She looks through the glass with her sad, innocent expression. βI see you, Mama! Canβt you hear me? Why wonβt you let me in? What have I done, Mama!β
Panel 4: The left corner is dominated by a close up of her face, as she reminisces about the cat tree in the screen porch. We see her perched on the very top, looking out over the backyard.
She says, βWas I not grateful enough, Mama? You gave me a throne, here in the screen porch! A place where I could look down upon the world as a god!β
Page 2
Panel 1: While sheβs perched atop her cat tree, it begins to rain outside. Bunny looks askance at it from behind the screen.Β
βBut I couldnβt touch it, Mama!β she narrates, now in boxes instead of word balloons, βI could see the rain lavish the earth, but never feel its cool caress!β
Panel 2: A paw rests on the screen. On the other side, two birds chirp, unbothered by the presence of Bunny.
Β βI could smell the blood of the song birds, but never taste its warmth! I lived as Tantalus in this screen porch, Mama!β
Panel 3: Sitting on a cushioned chair, bunny looks out over the yard, barred from her by the porch screen.Β
βTormented by what I could never reach!βΒ
Page 3
Panel 1Β : Another reminiscence, this time of Bunny running through the open door to the screen porch earlier that day while I was taking out the garbage.Β
βAnd yet I returned, again and again and again! Was that my sin, Mama? Is this my punishment? To be condemned forever to a hell of my own choosing?βΒ
Panel 2: Returning to the present, Bunny looks up from the otherside of the door, her eyes wide.
βIs this what you call justice, Mama?β She says. βIs this what you call love?βΒ
Panel 3: From Bunnyβs perspective we see me; I am ignoring her, going about my business. She calls out to me, βAnswer me, Mama! Mama!β
Panel 4:I glance back at her, unmoved by her cries. βMama!β she yells.Β
Page 4
Panel 1: Pulling out we finally see more of the wall which has the door to the screen porch. Directly beside it is a cat door that goes through the wall, out into the screen porch. Another cat, Bunnyβs sister Maggie, is coming through the cat flap with no issue.
Β I say, β Bunny, I know you know how to use the cat door.β
Clawing at the window, tears in her eyes, Bunny screams βMAMA!!β
End ID.
I feel like βis this what you call justice, Mama? is this what you call love?β is going to enter my βcats being dramaticβ lexicon the same way βyou KICK miette?β and βfather isβ¦evil?β have.
“humans don’t do anything for free” somewhere out there there is a guy who spent days if not weeks of his life cataloguing every stupid thing you can do on stardew valley so that you can minmax the fuck out of growing potatoes on a pixel grid for quite literally no reason but that it might help someone else
Maybe it’s just because I’m Jewish but I do truly believe that life gets ten times better when you learn to complain cheerfully
I think a part of it is that it lets you acknowledge that something sucks, which is actually really good in a culture that wants us to pretend that everything is fine and we’re soldiering through all the time. Like, no, my grocery bag breaking and spilling all over the floor is not fine. I’ve had a long day and I’m really upset and on the verge of tears because I can’t handle one more thing and pretending like it’s fine only means breaking down later.
But if you let yourself complain, if you let yourself swear terribly and creatively, and you stare down at the bruised vegetables like they’ve personally disappointed you, and you make yourself smile because this is really just so, so stupid, you feel a little better. There’s a power to acknowledging that something sucks and making yourself feel better anyways. There’s a power to going “and THEN my bag broke, and it’s like—seriously? my day was bad enough” and doing it with a smile.
You shouldn’t have to pretend things are fine when they aren’t. You shouldn’t have to force yourself to smile through things that make you feel terrible. But if you can make yourself laugh by staring down at some strawberries that have decided to revolt, and give them a lecture on why they’re just terrible, really, and that makes you smile—then maybe that’s a good thing.
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