Probably the cat the was running away because of the tinkle bell and because I was chasing it with scissors screaming, “LET ME HELP YOU.” And then it finally did start to pass, but just the first part with the tinkle bell, and the cat was freaked out because he was running away from the tinkle bell hanging out of his butthole and when I called the vet he said to definitely NOT pull on the twine because it could pull out his intestines, which would be the grossest piñata ever, and so I just ran after the cat with some scissors to cut off the tinkle bell (which, impressively, was still tinkling after seeing things no tinkle bell should ever see). That actually happened once and it was really the worst because the vet told me I’d have to ply the cat with laxatives to make the toy pass easily through and that I’d need to inspect the poop to make sure the toy passed because otherwise they’d have to do open-cat surgery. You still have to call the vet though when your cat has eaten a toy consisting of a tinkle bell and a feather and a poof ball all tied together with twine. Many of her exploits and shenanigans involve her cats, Hunter S Thomcat and Ferris Mewler: Most of Furiously Happy is stories from Lawson’s life, which is way more interesting than my life and involves taxidermy animals a lot (Lawson collects taxidermy, but only animals that died of natural causes). I try to ration my book money, because otherwise I’m like an addict in the heroin store, but I loved this book so much and identified with it in so many ways, that I bought a copy for my mom, sister and best friend.
Anyone who has struggled with depression, anxiety or any other mental illness will find themselves nodding their head as they read this book, as Lawson articulates what we often struggle to understand about our own brains. It’s one of those rare books that makes you snort-laugh in public and also get a little weepy.
Furiously Happy is the same way–it’s two parts humor and one part discussion of something that most people find hard to talk to about. I’ve been a fan of Jenny Lawson’s blog The Bloggess for a long time–she’s a truly funny writer who posts stories about her crazy childhood, her crazy adulthood, and balances them all with reflections on mental illness.
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