All in one basket
You can hide them, hunt them, or decorate them. You can dye them, devil them, or fill them with chocolate. But Easter isn’t really about eggs. It is all about the basket.
Epilogues: March 2026
Early spring is a wriggly thing. It is like a fat neon caterpillar with no symptoms of “butterfly.” It is like the brassy sun that tries too hard and turns into a freeze warning by dusk. It has one paw in the garden of “already,” and one ankle-deep in the slush of “not yet.” In […]
When Faith becomes sight
First, you spot her cookies-and-cream coat, but she is not her colors. Next, you notice moonstones where you expected to find eyes, but she is not her jewels. Then, you scan her record: FIV+, blind, heart murmur, lumps. But she is not her medical chart. At last, you see Faith, and she is greater than […]
Life preservers
They don’t make life jackets for sailors who weigh one pound. No water wings or floaties would fit his stubby twig legs. There was only one life preserver for the smallest of swimmers. It was you.
Joey Muffins
You can tell a cat is loved by his nicknames. Any stray can be a Joseph. It is a perfectly respectable name, shared by saints and Jonas brothers. But it takes the lilt of love to turn you into Joey Muffins.
Guest post: The Chronicle of Wonderkittens
Editor’s Note: Oh, dear ones, you are in for a masterpiece of tenderness today. If you have ever wondered if it’s possible to be truly known and truly loved at the same time … exactly as you are … read on. Myron and Barbara are love on legs, and Max and Pippin are the kind of blessings that bloom when […]
100% Cici
In Roman numerals, “C” indicates one hundred. In Ringoes, New Jersey, “Cici” indicates one hundred percent. As in, perfect.
Geege
Good morning, dear Gigi. Forgive my peasant ways. Here I am, rushing in on a first-name basis, wearing a sweatshirt with a marinara stain from 2007, forgetting to curtsy. I’m not even sure what title befits your dignity. Should I address you as Your Eminence? Is it Your Grace? Or may I call you Geege?
Hardscrabble kittens
This is not a hobby. This is not a game. This is Scrabble, and all his letters come down to Y-O-U.
After breakfast
“Oh, sweetheart, you go first.” “Tell me what you need. Tell me who made you cry. Tell me everything.” “Me? Don’t you worry about me. I’m not hungry.” Pancake said it with a smile, because she meant it from her heart.