Guest post: Who is in your toolbox?
Cats are the mammalian equivalent of Swiss army knives. They are multi-faceted and fill niches in our world that haters could never begin to imagine.
Cats are the mammalian equivalent of Swiss army knives. They are multi-faceted and fill niches in our world that haters could never begin to imagine.
What do you do with the remnants? More urgently: what becomes of you when you realize you’re a remnant?
Silver linings are of utmost importance right now. Finding the happy and clinging to it is central to self-preservation.
In times of tumult, we need brave, tender leadership. We need a face full of light, a heart full of love, and a strong, sturdy spine that remembers how to dance. We need (so very much) humility. We need someone less like an emperor and more like a Town Councilman.*
Things can get heavy, huh? I’m talking global pandemic blues; tears for our country and world; the continuing crisis shortage of Cherry Zero; and the million million little and large agonies of ordinary life.
Full disclosure: Bucca is my favorite cat at Tabby’s Place. Full disclosure: last weekend I cried at least four times, and two of them were during the Americana Hour on public radio. Full disclosure: I don’t know about “full disclosure.”
Should we purchase a crocheted mermaid tail for one or more of our paraplegic cats? Does Guillermo know that he shares a name with at least one delightfully cool individual? Do we want a revolution, a revelation, or just a vat of vanilla ice cream?
Love comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, vectors, and ways. Love can grow slowly, strengthening with time and togetherness. Love can creep up on us like a cat on the prowl, knocking us off our feet, taking our breath away, and leaving us wondering what hit us after it escapes out grasp.