Spill light
When you fall over (and it is “when,” not “if”), what do you spill out? Anger? Compassion? Resentment that you are not eating enough mini meatballs? (I will let you guess which two out of those three apply to cats.)
When you fall over (and it is “when,” not “if”), what do you spill out? Anger? Compassion? Resentment that you are not eating enough mini meatballs? (I will let you guess which two out of those three apply to cats.)
What did Humphrey see with his marble eye? What will we see now that he’s passed from our sight?
As an office manager for an orthodontist, I spend a lot of time scheduling appointments. There are things I’d love to say, but generally don’t. For one thing, we schedule in 15-minute blocks, so someone arriving 10 minutes late can throw off our entire schedule. If someone arrives too early, they probably arrived during someone […]
If you ever wondered if yours is the last heart that bleeds and sings, often at the same time, be of good cheer: it is not. You have an entire village with hearts shaped like yours. It’s called Tabby’s Place.
I recently came upon a headline, “What we still don’t know about black holes.” It made me think of perennial questions, and perennial plants, and the smart, short-lived flowers we call cats.
We may not all affix antlers to our SUVs. We may not all wear neon butterflies in our middle-aged hair. But every living creature wants to be seen. Even Cleopatra.
Sometimes we leave a place and are happy to have it behind us. Sometimes, though, that means leaving people behind, people we might prefer to keep. Circumstances may make it difficult to stay in touch, as might location and technical aptitude…or other things. Life in general is often the biggest thing that keeps us from […]
If Wilbur were in fifth grade, he’d be the kid who responded to roll call not with the standard “here,” but always: “present!” But that’s not because he’s obnoxious. It’s because he’s brilliant.
We’ve been swaddled. We’ve been chomped. And, thanks to two very different sugar plums, we will never be the same.
There’s tinsel overhead. There’s a Big Mouth Billy Bass with a Santa hat on the wall. Mariah Carey is excitedly reminding us that all she wants for Christmas is us. But there’s no disguising the fact that we’re in a waiting room.