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“I add too much milk, lap cream where it spills”

My beloved JQ was bottle-raised. I am her emotional support human. She sleeps on my chest, and I wake thinking I have become Feline.

When she (routinely) Zoom-bombs my meetings, she turns to the camera as if to say “This human is mine.”

It’s a glorious existence for me—to be in the thrall of Cat. Or to give human voice to cat needs. Sometimes, I lap milk. Other times, I pounce.

Or take a human-cat selfie.

I wrote a poem about what it is to be Half a Tiger, out now in Star*Line. Please enjoy!

We said good-bye to a different member of our pride this week (the huntress), so the publication of this poem at this moment is even more meaningful.