There are concepts that get a bad rap from those who can’t keep the beat. Nog. Mincemeat. Innocence.
Sometimes, when you least expect it, life brings you an unexpected gift. In time, the gift becomes a treasure. Josie was my unexpected gift.
Syl, you take your time. You take your deep breaths. You take each syllable on your tongue until your own poetry prevails.
Being transiently ill is quite unpleasant. (Major respect to those with chronic, long-term conditions). But, as with all things in this world, nothing lasts forever.
You probably do not consider chicken nuggets and cornbread an elegant meal, unless you are either feline, or ten years old. Fortunately, Chicken Nugget is both.
Dulcie, Dulcie, they did not speak in dulcet tones. The hours and the minutes had gravel in their throats. The inches and the miles scraped your soft toes.
To my dear Tabby’s Place Family, You are loved and appreciated more than all of the very many following words can adequately express. This is a meager attempt to tell you why.
There is a safety feature on my insulin pump called “Suspend Before Low.” It is remarkably feline.
“Nervous, but easy to handle.” Such was Mullet‘s description on his Intake Exam. Nothing can make today easy to handle.
So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]