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[delilahanneiris]

His Grey Orbit

Tuesday, June 5, 07:15 PM

Hale-Bopp, not the cat, had two tails, the bright dust and the ion, with a body known as the coma composed of ice, interstellar gas, and the carbon-bearing species. Meanwhile, Hale-Bopp the Cat had one long tail and the body known as a form of comfort, composed of love, his favorite salmon, and the warmth enveloping him.

— D

[delilahanneiris]

The Comet Story

Thursday, May 30, 02.30 AM

It was the night and her room looked bleak. Rather than a bitter feeling like the analogue of her life ever since she decided to recluse, for Delilah, tonight gifted something different: maybe like the phrase she always favored, ‘to find the silver lining in anything’ or maybe the answer of reality, it was the comet’s gleam amidst her room rendering everything in shades of black and grey (funnily, the said comet was a color of grey).

‘Hale-Bopp’ and she chuckled over her own sense.

Astronomy had always been Delilah’s entertainment, something she loved after her unfinished fault scrap report from the last expedition (the latter is a verbal irony), like the meteor shower, extragalactic, or even the directions on how to read Hertzprung–Russel Diagram. The brightest comet ever passed the Earth, Hale-Bopp, however was the Astronomy she never thought she would indulge into of its very existence. Grey, 6 years old, quick to adapt, and started to show an attention over what Delilah did: Hale-Bopp was the brightest comet himself.

Then, the living room was lighted up.

Delilah started with the scissor and her eyes narrowed, as it was needed a full concentration to cut the leather symmetrical. In fact, it was needed a full concentration. She had always been a complete cosmic puppet to grasp the concept of love; baking her mom snickerdoodle, writing her team a letter once in four months, volunteering at Camp Bow Bow or that mini house full of cats in Old East, and all, except to show how she loved for she was unable to.

Yet she had met various forms of love, and the tabby cat owned by Mrs. Ross was her biggest spur of happiness, care, and the scratches (she got 3 on her left thigh and mom said it would take another month for the marks to heal). Actually, she didn’t care of the marks.

The tag collar was stitched hastily, shown it was done by an amateur. Delilah would never call herself a creative individual yet she unequivocally valued it for a reason. It was Bisa Butler Art Exhibition in New York five months ago that caused her to buy the crochet hooks, tapestry needle, yarn, and some boxes of beads with a roll of string. To her understanding, the beaded bracelets she sent to her friends and the crochet coasters at her kitchen were pretty enough. It showed how she cared, to the new change, or maybe to the new trend, expect how to show she loved for she was unable to.

“Oh, you wake up?”

Delilah rose up, all too aware that she sounded bright when the comet with one tail, Hale-Bopp, stretched his grey body and walking to her feet.

Hale-Bopp, not the cat, had two tails, the bright dust and the ion, with a body known as the coma composed of ice, interstellar gas, and the carbon-bearing species. Meanwhile, Hale-Bopp the Cat had one long tail and the body known as a form of comfort, composed of love, his favorite salmon, and the warmth enveloping him.

The evening Delilah picked Hale-Bopp up from the Cat King, he was a little shy ball, scared of a touch, trying to hide—which was confusing and funny—inside Delilah’s totebag. Maybe, yes maybe, it was one of the reasons as why Hale-Bopp adapted quickly with her personal ambient; the scent left in the bag, between her floral perfume and the coffee bubblegums, to her pen with ink smelled like raspberry.

“Come here, Hale-Bopp. It’s warm.”

Dogs had always been smarter than cats, like on the game, animations, or comics. However, cats were the personality paradox, and a laughter slipped out of Delilah. She left a boop on Hale-Bopp’s nose after spotting the feline’s fixation on her hand putting the stickers on the leather. The canine-human relationship was one of the realest of living cosmos, Delilah found this absurdity of existence interesting.

Essentially, Hale-Bopp would always take up on the new things. To live, to play, to express his desire (through his meow, head strokes, or tail sways, Hale-Bopp knew it for sure), and to be conscious of his life.

Delilah brought the cat into her arms, giving him a snuggle and head rubs. The tag was done, adorable with the star-shaped pendant, the leather from her old bag, and the stickers of her phone.

For every moment that flew away means their distance got shorter to eventually fade.

Delilah was unable to show how she loved, but this was the time where she was looking at the Earth chasm and overwhelmed by the sheer need to jump and free-fall into loving better.

Grey, 6 years old, quick to adapt, and started to show an attention over what Delilah did: Hale-Bopp was the brightest comet himself after all.

— D

[delilahanneiris]

Profile

Name: Delilah Anne Iris

Date of Birth: February 9

Address:

Dallas, Texas

Green Tilt, Scotland (current fieldwork)

Career:

Research Associate (2021 - 2023)

Interest: petrography of igneous rock

Exploration Geoscientist (2023 - Present)

Interest: natural hazards, sedimentary record

Delilah's Keywords: Great Glaciation, Olbers’ Paradox, pets, cooking books, donut, iced tea, Prison Break, Lockwood & Co., leisure.

Pet

Chestnut

A goldendoodle dog Delilah found solace to take care of during her lowest point. Delilah has stated it numerous times that it was Chestnut who gave her the strength to carry on the life. Despite being the oldest of her three fur babies, Chestnut is the most attached to Delilah.

Female • Poodle Mix • 7 Years Old

Hale-Bopp

The newest member of the family, Hale-Bopp, was fostered from THECATDSYSTEM on May 29, 2024. Named after the brightest comet to ever pass Earth, he is an active and bright cat, highly sensitive to Delilah's emotions. Unlike his two sisters, Hale-Bopp is the true indoor pet as he hates going outside.

Male • Russian Shorthair • 6 Years Old

Kumiko

Delilah fostered her from an animal factory. Kumiko (Kumi), a failed breeding attempt, would never grow bigger and had nowhere to go. After two weeks of medical care, Delilah decided to officially adopt her. True to her name, Kumi remains a forever beautiful child despite being nonchalant. Delilah often jokes that "Lonely" by Akon is Kumi's life soundtrack.

Female x Pomchi x 2 Years Old