Rituals
How are you holding up, kittens? Are grit and grace and determination holding you together like so much magical nougat, or is the cheese sliding off your cracker?
How are you holding up, kittens? Are grit and grace and determination holding you together like so much magical nougat, or is the cheese sliding off your cracker?
I don’t know about you, kittens, but I hurl a whole lot of love into the abyss. Actually, I do know about you. I know very much about you. (I do not intend this to be creepy.) I know that you are some of the bravest love-hurlers I will ever know. (Case in point: I […]
Quick: name your top ten favorite living creatures of all time. Too hard? Let’s restrict it to cats. Still too hard? Good.
It’s Christmas Eve, and so I’ll let my words be few. The cats want to be your manger.
Some things keep coming back, and we rejoice: Archway Wedding Cake cookies, It’s A Wonderful Life, permission to wear bright red and bright green simultaneously, permission to gush love at people unironically without making them uncomfortable (thank you, The Holiday Season). But some things were never meant to come back.
Recently, we acknowledged that, much like us, cats are ordinary. But today I’m here to tell you that they are also supernal.
There are two things that readers of this blog should know very well. There are no ordinary cats. This is no ordinary time.
Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again. You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.