Spring-loaded
Spring is eleven days old. Spring folds winter in its apron, like warm bread for later. Spring bears more than a passing resemblance to Tabby’s Place.
Forever Loved: Antin
If you are loved, you are strong. If you are Antin, you are stronger than death.
All in a day’s daze
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”
Holey shoes
There is always a brief frisson when you step into a new shoe. The foam awaits your footprint. You will be this sole’s first mate. There are no pebbles in the treads. But let’s be honest with each other, as honest as a cat. There is no match for a holey old friend.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Language of Love
Everybody seems to be talking about it. Nobody can really explain it. Everyone knows exactly what it is. But, it’s kind of hard to explain love.
Notre Pierre
He thinks he is from France. We are not going to tell him he is from Connecticut. We are certainly not going to tell him this is New Jersey.
Unexpired Elijah
Never, ever, ever. Ever, ever, ever. Ever. Never. Ever. Ever. Now you know the point at which you are permitted to give up.
How the cookie does not crumble
There are orange collared cats, and then there are orange frosted cats. There are final warnings, and then there are new beginnings.
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