I’m a lifelong insomniac, and there are certain questions I ask at night. What would it look like if we all really believed we were beloved? Is it possible to perform (enact? commit?) a single shenanigan? Why haven’t Pancake and/or Sammy been adopted yet?
Sometimes I walk around grinning like an idiot. Mask or no mask, there’s that stupid grin that I wouldn’t want to shake off if I could. When the mask is on, I wonder if my eyes look crazy. Kinda hope so. Kinda worried about that too…my hoping so, I mean. Mushy brain? Hmmm.
Fat Tuesday is feeling a little gaunt this year. New Orleans itself has replaced Mardi Gras with something called Yardi Gras, which is well intentioned but sounds like a gimmick for selling patio furniture.
Cats, man. Is there anything more that really needs to be said? There must be, otherwise we’ve been wasting our time with Felis Catus, and that just isn’t possible.
I have to tell you the truth. Try as you may to make it otherwise, you are going to be disruptive. Even more: you are going to be most disruptive to the ones you love most.
When streams of light reach through clouds in just the right way, it’s like some glorious hand is reaching down from heaven to touch us. It is so beautiful, so ethereal some call it “the fingers of god.” I’ve also learned others call it “Jacob’s Ladder” (which I always thought was a children’s game played […]
You can lose the sight. You can lose the touch. You can lose what you thought was the entirety of your connection. But you cannot lose your anam cara.
I suppose we were asking too much of you, 2021. We demanded that you atone for the sins of your predecessor. We commanded that you carry all of our hopes. We thought, at least, that you could be good-weird rather than civilization-tottering-weird.
What is it, kittens, that gets you out of bed? Do you have that fire in the belly that no tribulation can shake? Do you stretch towards the sunshine with invincible hope? Do you have your alarm clock set to play Lizzo at 6:45 am without fail? Is raspberry truffle coffee your morning soulmate?
“Blink” is the title of the scariest, creepiest, horriblest, awesomest episode of Doctor Who EVER. (Unlike the magnificent benefactors Tabby’s Place relies on, not all angels are all that great.) “Blink” is the word (sorry, Grease) my friend from Bangkok confused with “wink.” Whenever she suggested we go to The Winking Lizard for wings, she’d […]