1. A variation of the bear hug: a) a stiff embrace performed by New Englanders whose inbred Puritanism makes physical affection awkward. b) a clingy, pincer like hug involving one or both legs that smacks of desperation.
-verb 2. To crush the things I love into a liquid the consistency of unicorn's blood so that I can absorb their essence.
Things that I lobster hug: books, movies, tv, food, knitting, Zelda, feminists, pro-choicers, progressives.
I fed her and went back to bed for a bit. She would not stop crying so I got up again. Apparently it was vitally important to her that I pet her while she rolled around on the insulated Whole Foods bag that I had left on the floor in the kitchen.
The cat cares not that it is the end of Daylight Saving Time. She demands sustenance. And so I must wake.
My cat, being my familiar and thus singularly devoted to me, wakes me up in the morning to feed her.
I’m not clear on today’s sequence of events as I was half asleep, but the result was a six inch scratch on my thigh.