If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.
Five months ago, in the wake of a breakup, I adopted a 6-week-old stray kitten. I named him Cat Stevens, bought him a cat tepee and began posting pictures of him on Instagram.
The move alarmed some friends, who reflexively feared I was resigning myself, at 26, to a life of loneliness. But I had some glamorous company.
On an episode of HBO’s “Girls” this season, an also newly single Marnie, played by Allison Williams, calls Hannah with some news: She got a kitten.
The pop star Taylor Swift tweeted in January, “It is a daily struggle for me to not buy more cats.” Days later Ms. Swift was photographed wearing a T-shirt that read, “The Great Catsby.”
Elle’s deputy web editor, Ruthie Friedlander, detailed earlier this year how adopting a cat named Gracie got her through a painful breakup.
Emily Gould, a blogger whose novel “Friendship” is to be published this summer, has extensively chronicled the life and death of her cat, Raffles. And the perhaps aptly named Miu Miu is featuring cat prints prominently in its spring 2014 collections.
Celebrating a year of book club!
March - NW
April - Bonk
May - Z
June - Flight Behavior
July - Salt Sugar Fat
August - American Gods
September - Francis and Bernard
October - Bone Season
November - Goodbye to All That
December - House of Mirth
January - The Goldfinch
February - Monuments Men
March - Murder on the Orient Express
- Go to Chinatown, alone, preferably in the late afternoon. Walk around. Go into one of the shops that sells mysterious (to me) herbs and dried things. Buy some condiments or beef jerky or sweet buns for, what, $2. Listen to the grandmas hollering at their children/grandchildren/the vegetable…