It’s not easy being a countess at a cat sanctuary. But when you’re as easy to love as Consetta, you find your way.
Contrary to what you may have been told, the facts are not flat. They are, however, flats and sharps.
Here comes the holiday season, the time when we all feel a little festive and a little fragile. The truth is, we are more and less fragile than we think. But when music is mortar and cats are skylights, we are more earthquake-proof than we fear.
Continued from Friday… Charm’s entire course had changed. But Charm had not changed.
You probably assume the best part of this business is the cats we get to meet. And you’re right, except you need to define “cats” a bit more broadly.
If you’re reading these words, you have endured. You have endured being born onto a blue-green gazing ball, a world that serves you pie and pain and perplexity at every turn. You have endured the inability to marry Crinkle Bob. (This is a suffering we share collectively. Support group meets at 7pm every Tuesday.) You […]
Nyla left us on November 9th, 69 years to the day after the poet Dylan Thomas. He was 39; she was considerably older, in the scratchy arithmetic of cat years. They both knew a thing or two about rage, and light, and reigning. And on November 10th, when our grief is gale-force, we need all […]
“Never let them see you sweat” is one thing. “Never leave them wondering about your love” is everything. Cats have chosen the better thing.
There is an unpretentious bush across from my balcony. It’s brown. Rectangular. Unremarkable. Until it makes its own remarks, which remake autumn. And now, for every November until the final embers, it shall be known as “Gulliver.”
O! Planet October, how did you enter our orbit? There we were, Septembering along like woolly bear caterpillars, when POOF! you filled the sky and turned our world upside-down. And now, O! October! Here we are with stars in our eyes and stomachs full of butterflies and so many shouts and sighs, I don’t know […]