Epilogues: April 2023
T.S. Eliot, who first discovered that every cat has three names, declared April to be “the cruelest month.” Clearly he did not know the names of Mayhem, Crumpet, or Patches.
One common kitten
He was just a common kitten. No name, no mother, no letter of recommendation. Just a tangle of tangerine fur, tearful eyes, and a hummingbird’s drumming heart. Just a cluster of “commons.”
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Nemo Found!
The worst days and the best days are often one and the same, as Charles Dickens knew well. The day that Nemo and I found a different way to spend time together was exactly that. One gazillion percent.
Permanent Prescott
Prescott is unimpressed with pencils. Like every ageless child, she has a soft spot for crayons. But her heart belongs to markers.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Void is Unresponsive
Oh, for goodness sake! Screaming into The Void is useless! The Void is unresponsive! No matter our levels of frustration, shouting about “it” (whatever “it” may be) will resolve nothing. When things change, no matter how they change, it is futile to get all melodramatic and weepy or wordy or…whatever. If it is the kind […]
Pearly girls
We were not all born to be comforting beverages. Once we get over this, we can get to the business of being pearls.
Hamster-sized hunters
Our beef may be plant-based.* Our teeth may not yet exist. But make no mistake: the humans and kittens of Tabby’s Place are hunters at heart.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Let Me Tell Ya
Let me tell ya about a few things. First and foremost, “weekends” aren’t really a thing. What is a thing is taking a break, forcing rest, or just doing something other than whatever you usually do as your primary work. Secondly, which may also be first and foremost, is that “weekends” (or their relative counterparts […]
Standard candles
Under our sky, “standards” sometimes melt. Blizzards barge into springtime. Lions crash through the suburbs in broad daylight. Hope and grief clasp the same candle.