Love and war
I’m not one for battle metaphors. But if the armor fits, the cats will wear it.
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Epilogues: September 2016
In one of the greatest books of all time, one of the greatest characters of all time said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” That makes two of us, Anne Shirley. After all, Octobers include cats.
Forever Loved: Toya
In the words of Zora Neale Hurston, there are years that ask questions and years that answer. 2016 is doing an awful lot of both.
Guest post: Sage ‘n Sable ‘n Susan ‘n Charlie
We’re in the stubborn, righteous business of good news around here. Fortunately, we have abundant help from cats and their writerly women and men.
Saving Grace
You’d never drop a diamond into a dumpster. But recently, one tiny treasure ended up in the trash. A tiny treasure…with a tail.
Climb every carpeted box
Many people would benefit from your freaking out right now. The cats are not among those people.
Fisticuffs yield to forever
In the mathematics of life, usually wonderful + wonderful = wonderfuller. Usually.
It ain’t over
Were we not, just recently, right in this space, talking of age and dreams and never-too-late ideals? Were we not talking of beach volleyball, and ageless agility…and Chianti?
Tiny Tail 2016
What’s that old chestnut? “Sometimes things have to fall apart so better things can fall together.” Or, in Sable-speak: “Sometimes your tail has to get degloved so your people can get devoted.”
Guest post: Jeremy’s spoken
There’s a sense in which you’re about to read a jeremiad. Not the sense in which the word is usually defined. (Why would we do that?) No: we’re talking about slapping together Jeremy the cat with The Iliad.