The Spirit of a Cat

Following the light and an ode to Cat People throughout lifetimes.

Last Wednesday, I held my 16-year-old cat Phoebe in my arms and wept. She was wrapped in a vintage Givenchy towel I had proudly snatched from a thrift store rack on Long Island with my friend Gigi four or five years back. A towel that had somehow become this sacred shroud for bundling up our kitty for claw trimmings, meds, and anything else she positive…