Many splendors
Oh, February fourteenth, you freighted day, you. With so many red velvet follies and long-stemmed feats of sappiness afoot, it’s a good thing we have cats to keep us well.
Cammi’s soup
If cats were human celebrities,* Wolfie would be Danny DeVito. Divya would be Adele. And Cammi, without doubt, would be Elizabeth Taylor.
Sophia and the she-mullet
Who, exactly, is this cat we call Sophia? She’s answering that question in her own good time.
Epilogues: January 2017
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
Forever loved: Anneke
As the song* has it, the body remembers what the mind forgets. But the reverse is also true.
Guest post: A home run in the abnormality department
Yesterday we celebrated a life shorter but sweeter than anyone wished or expected. Today, we meet another cat eviscerating expectations, Arizona-style.
Guest post: Pawprints left by Pumpkin
Whatever we expect from them, cats excel at scrambling our expectations. Perhaps this is one of their great gifts.
Music for cats for music, Vol. 2
Lyrical gangsta and all-around awesome human Albert Schweitzer supposedly said the following: “There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.”
Old cats at home
One of the first birthday presents I remember receiving was a Casio keyboard. Although this did not launch me to the levels of Keyboard Cat or Nora, it helped prepare me for Anneke and Mimi.
Guest post: Oh Domino
I walk down the hallway toward my bedroom and a baby-like bleating pipes up. I lean over the baby gate into my craft room and he meows again, more softly. “Hello, Domino!” I call, and he meows again with such little volume it’s no more than his mouth opening and a whisker wiggle.