Little Drummer boys
We have all known the little drummer boys. They sit in the back of the bus and the back of the band room and the back of our minds, only to vault to the forefront with the full force of life. And lunacy.
We have all known the little drummer boys. They sit in the back of the bus and the back of the band room and the back of our minds, only to vault to the forefront with the full force of life. And lunacy.
Continued from Monday… Jeannie, being pure cat, is a stranger to guilt in all its guises. We, being pure perplexity, can take guilt too far.
I think cats must pity us for focusing on all the wrong things. For instance: we lament, in shame-soaked tones, that cheesecake is “bad,” and we, its eaters, are bad by association every time we succumb. Instead, we could be marveling at the fact that cheesecake exists at all, and, as a bonus, is high […]
Editor’s note: This week, Miyoko made her gentle journey into the endless dawn, surrounded by people who adored her. The following post, written before we knew time was so short, comes with gratitude to Miyoko, and to her extraordinary foster parents Bree and Todd, who jammed her brief stay with lifetimes of love.
It’s happening, kittens. The cats and the moon are communicating. Conspiring. Collaborating. Celebrating a little too early. How else to explain the coming of Kevin?
You can’t wait out your whole life under an awning waiting for the rain to end. I suppose you could, but then you’d miss the ice cream man. Cole would never miss the ice cream man.
Humans default to faking it. Cats are incapable of not making it. It’s up to us what we’ll take from all of this. But Obsidian has taken it upon herself to make us better beasties.
The world is a lot less stardusted today. A great constellation has fallen: “great,” in every sense except size.
Cats: not one of them is faking it, and every single one of them is making it. Us, we’re a bit different. But we can still learn.
Are you jumpy, kittens? Does this itchy, agitated world of ours have you jittery about June, and joy’s odds of survival, and the existence of jumping worms that clone themselves? Then you’ve come to the right place.