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Uncharted

There is so much we would forget, if the cats weren’t here to remind us. For instance: diagnosis is not destiny. Joy resists the body’s buffoonery. You can be incandescently happy without, say, a working pancreas, or the use of your back legs. But there is a kind of grief more piercing than any wound, […]

Surplus of saints

We are too stingy with the word “saint.” We attach it to St. Valentine, but not the purring peacemaker who warms our lap and kneads our aches. We pin it on St. Patrick, but not the kitten who jolts us from our doldrums to prove that joy still exists, and gravity is subject to negotiation. […]