By Carrie Classon
“What Peter Does”
“What is the cat doing?” I asked my husband, Peter.
“He’s levitating,” Peter said. Or at least I thought that’s what he said.
“The cat is levitating?”
“Meditating!”
“Oh.”
We have a lot of conversations like this, and I suspect Peter and I are not alone. I was lying in bed later that evening, imagining our cat, Felix, floating over the nightstand, and the thing that struck me was that Peter would take it in stride.
Peter and I will celebrate our 10th anniversary this week, which doesn’t seem possible for two reasons. First, because it cannot be possible that 10 years have passed since we got married, and second, because it cannot be possible there was ever a time I was not married to Peter.