We make the rules
We are not in control.* We are not as powerful as cats. But we are not entirely helpless.
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We make the rules
We are not in control.* We are not as powerful as cats. But we are not entirely helpless.
Rituals
How are you holding up, kittens? Are grit and grace and determination holding you together like so much magical nougat, or is the cheese sliding off your cracker?
Guest post: Seeing things in black and white
More than ever before, we are hearing from the stridently this or vociferously that crowds. This is clearly right. That is clearly wrong. There can be no in between. This side or that side. If you’re not with me, you’re against me. Life is seldom so clear. Even when it is at its foundation, there […]
Panthera
As proven by its occasional rhapsodizing about Alan Alda and One Direction, this blog is not generally pinned to the pulse of celebrity news. But this week’s star sorrow demands a response. The world has lost its beloved Black Panther, Chadwick Boseman.
Guest post: Second time’s the charm
When I first met Samantha, it was because another volunteer asked me to. The poor kitty was frightened, cowering in an open crate, and new to the community room. She needed friends, and it wasn’t difficult to convince her that scratches and cooing are nice.
Guest post: Sometimes
Here’s the thing. A gin & tonic with a bowl of Salsa Verde Doritos isn’t really “dinner.” But, once in a while, a person needs to meander off the path of “usually,” “really,” and “typically” in order to 1) experience different things and 2) protect one’s sanity.
Unglued
Bruce Springsteen is livestreaming from home today. I wonder how Ronnie is handling all of this. Frozen vegetables are hard to find. I should call my aunt. Grocery store workers never signed up to be society’s heroes, but here we are. I need to go switch the laundry.
Keep on strollin’
In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.
Ashtacular
If yesterday was a whoop, today is a whisper. If yesterday let it all hang out, today tucks in tight, pondering in its heart. But let’s be real: the cats can’t choose not to tell the difference.