Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Of Pumpkins and Pachyderms
The first thing that comes to mind when thinking about elephants is not usually pumpkins. That is, unless you’re thinking about a zoo, specifically, the Oregon Zoo in Portland.
Hot dignity dog, part II
Continued from Friday… Charm’s entire course had changed. But Charm had not changed.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Generators
Kozmo Rosenberg is a dynamo. I know because I’m a dynamo too, or so I’ve been told. The thing about dynamos – the figurative kind – is that they are super energetic and seem to never stop moving. Anyone who knows Kozmo knows this to be completely and 100% totally true.
Hot dignity dog, part I
You probably assume the best part of this business is the cats we get to meet. And you’re right, except you need to define “cats” a bit more broadly.
Veterans’ way
If you’re reading these words, you have endured. You have endured being born onto a blue-green gazing ball, a world that serves you pie and pain and perplexity at every turn. You have endured the inability to marry Crinkle Bob. (This is a suffering we share collectively. Support group meets at 7pm every Tuesday.) You […]
Forever loved: Nyla
Nyla left us on November 9th, 69 years to the day after the poet Dylan Thomas. He was 39; she was considerably older, in the scratchy arithmetic of cat years. They both knew a thing or two about rage, and light, and reigning. And on November 10th, when our grief is gale-force, we need all […]
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Call Me Atlas, or Get a Better Map
Sometimes the weight of the world feels so heavy that it’s impossible to shrug it off. Sometimes we feel responsible for getting everything done immediately and for taking care of everyone around us. Sometimes we feel overwhelmed by everything that is outside of our control. Those feelings are also hard to shrug off. There is […]
Never make them wonder
“Never let them see you sweat” is one thing. “Never leave them wondering about your love” is everything. Cats have chosen the better thing.
On the Gulliverge
There is an unpretentious bush across from my balcony. It’s brown. Rectangular. Unremarkable. Until it makes its own remarks, which remake autumn. And now, for every November until the final embers, it shall be known as “Gulliver.”
Epilogues: October 2022
O! Planet October, how did you enter our orbit? There we were, Septembering along like woolly bear caterpillars, when POOF! you filled the sky and turned our world upside-down. And now, O! October! Here we are with stars in our eyes and stomachs full of butterflies and so many shouts and sighs, I don’t know […]