Time stands still. Time flies. Where did the time go? This is taking forever. Time is far more relative than even Einstein ever imagined. There are days when the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the breeze is so perfectly cool and refreshing or brisk and quickening that we wish we could stop […]
It’s happening, kittens. The cats and the moon are communicating. Conspiring. Collaborating. Celebrating a little too early. How else to explain the coming of Kevin?
You can’t wait out your whole life under an awning waiting for the rain to end. I suppose you could, but then you’d miss the ice cream man. Cole would never miss the ice cream man.
Humans default to faking it. Cats are incapable of not making it. It’s up to us what we’ll take from all of this. But Obsidian has taken it upon herself to make us better beasties.
Disambiguation: Biscuits in this case are the American savory quick bread rather than the sweet treats found elsewhere that also require proper handling…along with a cup of tea, coffee, milk, or cocoa. Every decent recipe for biscuits includes an instruction to avoid over-handling the dough.
The world is a lot less stardusted today. A great constellation has fallen: “great,” in every sense except size.
Cats: not one of them is faking it, and every single one of them is making it. Us, we’re a bit different. But we can still learn.
Are you jumpy, kittens? Does this itchy, agitated world of ours have you jittery about June, and joy’s odds of survival, and the existence of jumping worms that clone themselves? Then you’ve come to the right place.
Sometimes the littlest things have the greatest impact. No, I’m not talking about meteorites. I’m talking about cats.
There is a reason we flat-iron our fluffy curls and jimmy our gelatin into “control-top” garments and calibrate our colors to the vibe of the moment. There is a reason we rewrite our heartfelt letters and pummel our poetry into prose and hunker in the bunker of all that is safe and beige. The reason […]