With a little help, part II
Funny thing about loneliness: like government, the cosmos, or a consumer of chicken nuggets, it tends to enlarge itself. Funnier thing about loneliness: it can end when we’re ready.
Funny thing about loneliness: like government, the cosmos, or a consumer of chicken nuggets, it tends to enlarge itself. Funnier thing about loneliness: it can end when we’re ready.
Tearful prologue: Shortly after this post was written, our jelly-belly boy Magellan made his final voyage. We miss him more than words can say, and take courage in knowing that friendship crosses even the furthest sea. Rest assured we are wrapping Ponce in comfort as he mourns beside us. Until we meet again, magical Magellan… […]
Oh, kittens. Have we got grace and giddy glee for you today. If ever you struggle to believe that goodness wins, and this world is alive with mercy, and love hums at the center of all things…prepare to have your faith restored. The following comes courtesy of two of the awesomest adopters who hath ever […]
On this blog, we regularly discuss ways in which we aspire to be more like the cats. They are our swamis, our sherpas, our saints and our scholars. Except when they most decidedly are not.
If you always expect the worst, you will be pleasantly surprised. If you always expect the best, you will be pleasant, period. And if you always expect that tomorrow just might be your birthday, you will approach the pleasure known only to cats.
How do you catch a comet with a fairy-tale white tail? How do you shoehorn poetry into prose? How do you do justice to a giant of glamour and grace? You don’t. You simply behold, breathtaken and besotted. And in the case of Faye, you hold your beloved even when she’s slipped your arms.
A name like “Infinity” is quite a figure-eight of expectations. But maybe when your name is Infinity, it’s easier to remember your limits are limited, and skate accordingly.
Show me your stars. Show me your stripes. Show me your scars from that most American of solemnities, Amazon Prime Day. (If you somehow escaped without an unexpected Echo, you are a stronger specimen than I.) Show me your love for the cats, loud and large and juicy as a peach. Actually, you already did. […]
My friend Glenn moved into the Development Office this week. My friend Glenn is moving all the furniture in my heart.
Curiosity may, in fact, save the cat. And I do not necessarily mean the feline.