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One of the greatest moments of my life is recreating itself as we speak. No one should be so lucky as to live through this twice. But then, no one could ever deserve the delight of knowing Crinkle Bob.
One of the greatest moments of my life is recreating itself as we speak. No one should be so lucky as to live through this twice. But then, no one could ever deserve the delight of knowing Crinkle Bob.
Whereas: Geraniums and gerbils and gel pens exist. Whereas: You are personally fashioned from the same stuff as hummingbirds and Harold. Resolved: You, life, and Harold are exactly who and what and where you were destined to be.
It’s inevitable that you will, in certain moments, be insufferable. When you’re honest with yourself, you know you’re incomprehensible. But if the rumor is true that you’re fashioned from the same stuff as orangutans and orange groves and Oram, you are, first and foremost, ineffable.
Of course he departed on the 4th of July. Of course the cat who cried “FREEDOM!” made us cry on Independence Day. Of course the king with a heart of fire rang his Liberty Bell with fireworks overhead.
We can focus on the bad or the good. The bad: It’s true. It’s terrible. National Accordion Awareness Month is over for another year. The good: YOU DONATED TWO MILLION DOLLARS OF PURE LOVE.
There is a voice under the ribs that never lies. It sings all day long. If you are a cat, this truth-teller chants ancient ballads about integrity, the overlapping circles of all souls, and McRib sandwiches.
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.