Here I am wondering why I have published few Moments of Joy this year.

Maybe because the weight of the endless election season and a variety of overseas nightmares weighed everything down.

But I think more likely is the fact that so many of my actual moments of joy have come from interactions with my cat, Daisy.

And I was hesitant to publish a barrage of cat posts.

But seeing this photo recently of Papa Hemingway with one of his cats was encouraging. Hemingway was a noted badass, fighter, soldier, bullfight fan. And he loved cats. 

I heard an interview guest of Marc Maron give him a hard time for being a cat lover; she mocked him openly. I wanted to yell to him… tell her Hemingway was a cat lover and go shove it.

As I write this, das cat is lying on my legs, which elicits in me more than just a moment of joy, I am a very lucky bastard: I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and a warm furry cat that likes to sleep on and around me.