I was born in 1973, which makes me part of Generation X. Other than that picture of me in plaid corduroy bell bottoms, my childhood outside Buffalo, NY was lovely, filled with a great family, the occasional blizzard, time spent between books and the woods, and my first calico kitten. But the country life is hard, and country cars are fast, and we didn’t have her long.
Enter the 80’s. This was the time of cultural icons that defied explanation, and which evoke unreasonable nostalgia to this day–like leg warmers and Andrew Lloyd Weber’s Cats. I saw it three times.
I started the 90’s in college and ended in med school. I had my first job. I almost got married. I adopted my first cat–a calico kitten. She seemed lonely so I got her a friend. They stayed with me through medical school, residency, and fellowship, culminating with a career in academic pediatric anesthesiology. Somewhere in there I got married for real, had two kids, and found myself with more cats. They were never lonely.
Then one day in 2011 I woke up with a headache that never went away. That was the end of my medical career, although it took me a while to admit it. I had to fill my time with other things, so I started writing—often about cats. I volunteered in animal rescue. I started fostering kittens. Truly, my husband is a saint.
Looking back, there are many times at which I also had dogs. I like dogs okay. But not as much as cats.