Yesterday was my 37th birthday. Today, I’m feeling older: when I got off my bed from watching TV to play with my cat last night, I was struck by a fairly intense lower back pain (it’s fairly dull now)–I haven’t really been able to bend over since then. But, my cat, Harriet, is actually the lead-in for this piece.
Tonight, I’m having a birthday party. One of the things I’ve been doing when throwing parties for myself out here in MA, is to bring a piece of Minnesota to the folks here. My parents shipped me a bunch of bratwurst from Schmitt’s Meat Market in Nicollet, MN and I’m making my killer German Potato Salad (I posted that recipe a couple years ago–it’s undergone modification since then). This is definitely an artery-clogging party.
The other thing I try to do at these parties is raise a little money. In the invititation to the party, I sent people a link to this post, which was before Hurricane Katrina–otherwise the post would have included organizations like Noah’s Wish and the American Red Cross. Last year, I passed the hat for the Kerry campaign. This year, I’m doing it for Noah’s Wish:
We are not involved in any other animal welfare issues. It’s not that we are not concerned about all the ways animals are abused and exploited. Noah’s Wish would like nothing more than to see all suffering stop. Fortunately, there are a multitude of national and local animal welfare organizations who are tackling the issues that adversely affect animals. No other organization has made the commitment though to just focus on disaster relief work for animals. That’s the void we are filling.
Noah’s Wish came into existence in March 2002, not to duplicate existing efforts to help animals during earthquakes, fires, floods, hurricanes, and tornadoes, but rather to expand on what’s already in place. Too often, efforts to help animals during these life threatening situations have been gravely inadequate. It would be unacceptable if relief efforts for people were as fragmented.
With all the devastation along the gulf coast, it’s easy to overlook the animals affected by Hurrican Katrina, especially companion animals. I sat at my computer and cried as I watched this piece. I could completely relate to the young man who refused to leave without his dog. No one would be able to get me to leave Harriet behind…NO ONE! (The picture to the right is Harriet in our Minneapolis apartment.) She’s my baby.
My favorite time of the day is what I call “Kitty lovin’ time.” Before I leave for work and in the evening, I just spend time with Harriet. We play or I scratch her tummy or behind her ears. There have been times when I’ve had her purring so hard she starts to wheeze. Other times, when it’s time for bed, she’ll lay on her back, cradled in my armpit, and fall asleep–when she starts to snore, I melt. She gets fussy with me if I leave town: last summer, when I got back from a week in Minnesota, and while I was talking with my roommate outside, she stood on the balcony above me and, yes, screamed at me. It was a “Where in the fuck have you been?! Get up here NOW!!” She then followed me around the house for a week. Harriet is more than merely a pet. She’s my family.
I think of how I would react if I were to lose her. I would be devastated. I know a hell of a lot of other people who feel the same way about their companion animals, and there are thousands of people along the Gulf currently feeling that devastation. It compounds the other losses.
If you can, please help.
[Note, the top image is from this Yahoo slideshow.…also crossposted at CultureKitchen.]
[Update: Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes. That was more of a point of entry into the donation thingy (hint, hint) but I do appreciate them…and if you get a chance (and actually eat pork) try the salad–it’s marvelous…Turkey bacon might work, but you need something that actually gives off grease, so I’d add some butter if you’re using turkey]
Happy Birthday from me and Isabelle. Anyone who makes German Potato Salad (my fave!) and has a cat named Harriet really deserves a grand day. Not to mention being a brilliant writer…
My German Potato Salad rocks…at last year’s party, one of my friends (who is also from Minnesota) came up to me in the middle and said, “I hate you…you’re potato salad is better than mine.”
Try the lemon juice (or if you can find it, lemon vinegar)…it adds an amazing brightness to the salad. I just decided to give it a whirl one day, and uff da! is it good that way.
Happy Birthday dear Jeff, if I find a bed for my family today (i may just end up taking them out to buy a brand new one in any case), I will sing happy birthday to you in my heart as we do it!
good luck bed shopping…i had to do that with my friend and her four-year-old (now five) a year ago. Patience is a virtue….
Happy happy birthday!!
(and kisses and hugs to Harriet – what a beauty!)
Watching the coverage of the poor pets affected by Katrina, I realized that I need to get two cat carriers for my beasties ASAP. I’d never want to leave them behind in a tragedy.
Enjoy your party and take care of your back!
Catnip, I had the same thought about the carrier. I only have 1 for 2 cats, but if there is ever an emergency, I’ll definitely need 2. I’ll put that on the list for next month’s purchases and hope nothing happens in the meantime.
Jeff, Happy Birthday!!! Have a great party!! And take some motrin for your back pain.
Happy birthday!
And the lower back thing… be glad you made it to 37. At 26, I have days I can barely move… I have more aches and pains and crap than my 33 year old girlfriend, too.
I, too, would have serious trouble leaving behind my fuzzy kitty, whose excessively bitchy antics and sharp, pointy teeth have provided me with endless scabs and scratches to play with (“I love you i love you i love you FUCK YOU!”). She’s the greatest cat ever, though I’m sure the owners of the other household cats would beat me with heavy objects for saying such a thing.
Also, we might have (after three break-ins at our house) convinced our landlord to let us get a dog, too… as an aside, do you know of any orgs that are adopting out the lost pets from Katrina? We’re pretty far away from that area, all the way in Sacramento, and there are also plenty of dogs here that need homes, but I was wondering anyway…
My cat, Joey, must be related to yours. What a cranky girl she is sometimes! (sort of like me today…)
Have you seen that Meow Foundation commercial with “bonzai cat”? It’s hilarious!
I haven’t… I miss a lot of commercials because my girlfriend, a quick channel flipper, always has control of the remote. But I’m becoming convinced that there’s a real art to channel flipping… she can catch the best out-of-context funny shit sometimes…
And all of my pets have always wound up incredibly moody. Not that that has anything to do with my influence, of course. 😉
My younger boy cat, Shipley, is very laid back, so I think it’s all about nature, not nurture. 😉
Happy Birthday Jeff! I’m going to make your German potato salad to celebrate (it sounds yummy)!
Happy Birthday, Jeff! Here’s to wishing you a great party, joyful surprises, adequate amounts of chocolate, and a healthy midlife existential crisis. 😉
Whoa… I’m supposed to wait for midlife for existential crises?
Crap… I knew I’d been going about this all wrong…
You’re currently having your quarterlife existential crisis, dear. All to be expected, a perfectly normal part of the course of Aging with Intelligence & Ethics. 🙂
that’s it… I’m going to start reporting my age in Numbers of Existential Crises. Because if I ever stop having them, I don’t think I’ll know what to do with myself.
Says the girl who stayed home from class again to drink beer and sit around. Shit, maybe then I’d get something done, other than do my part to contribute to the increase in entropy.
Feh. Productivity is so overrated.
I try to schedule one of those crises every couple years–keeps me on my toes.