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.
It’s not easy being a countess at a cat sanctuary. But when you’re as easy to love as Consetta, you find your way.
Of course he departed on the 4th of July. Of course the cat who cried “FREEDOM!” made us cry on Independence Day. Of course the king with a heart of fire rang his Liberty Bell with fireworks overhead.
Sometimes you just can’t do it for the cat. So you do it for the kitten.
Two days hence, the world will celebrate Easter (as well as the birthday of Tabby’s Place’s venerable veterinarian, Dr. C). It’s always been my favorite holiday, and not primarily because I am an unrepentant fan of the entire oeuvre of Peeps products.
Once upon a time, in the not-so-very long ago, a reasonably young couple moved to a convenient, in-between-where-they-needed-to-be-separately-during-the-day place. This first shared residence was a very small, very rented, very temporary townhouse that was made complete by the addition of a tortie 15-week-old and a tuxedo 2-year-old of the feline species.
Have you ever wanted to curl up in a fetal ball and never leave your bed again? Not the best idea. This world is filled with ups and downs. Sometimes, the downs feel like they’ll go on forever. Highly improbable. Besides, from our Earth-bound perspective (actually, probably from any perspective), there’s way the heck more […]
In this life, there are good things that everyone agrees are good (pajamas, Stanley Tucci). There are good things that some good people believe are bad (candy corn, the 2012 Les Misérables). Such persons are still good, despite being wrong. There are ambiguous things that good and bad people can fight about for a good […]
Ours is a world of worries. The climate is changing. Human nature is not changing. There’s a hot blob off the coast of New Zealand. Unsavory characters have been stealing enormous statuettes of Snoop Dogg.
Consetta is not a cat content to consent to others’ intent. She is, however, ready to confiscate my keyboard.