Holy moly, humans. We’re a holey bowl of needers, aren’t we? Fragile doilies. Patchwork jeans. Slim slices of Swiss. But we are surrounded by creatures who consider themselves the living equivalents of chunk cheese. They are more than happy to patch our holes with melty mercy.
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.
January hath given, and January hath taken away. January hath given us Zebra Cake ice cream, and January hath taken away all remaining laughable attempts by our species to appear dignified. January hath taken away our queen Betty White (and our gentle jester Louie Anderson, and our soaring bard Meat Loaf), and January hath given […]
It was the height of foolishness to open my heart to a fifteen-year-old cat. It was also the closest I’ll ever come to wisdom.
Heartbroken preface: One of the gifts and hazards of writing this blog a bit in advance is that I can’t know what tomorrow knows. On the “yesterday” when these words hit the blank screen, Fiesta’s party prevailed at full volume. On the “today” when tears hit my keyboard, our tiny merry-maker has already gone on […]
We all look inward and judge our coping abilities or our successes…or failures. We, as a rule, are pretty harsh critics when it comes to ourselves. We bandy about words like shattered, scattered, broken, and unbearable as if they aren’t sharply pointed. Drowning and overwhelmed get tossed about too, as do phrases like, “I can’t […]
If you’re an artist (and if you’re breathing, this is you), you have influences. If you’re an artist of any caliber, those influences include cats.
Heartbroken, necessary intro: When I wrote this post, seemingly a hundred years ago, and queued it up for this lovely random Monday in August, I had no idea it would turn into a “Forever Loved.” How I wish it were otherwise. But our treasured Heather left this world on Friday, 8/13. Love and grief are […]
I don’t believe in luck. Or coincidences. Or the existence of bad cats, bad people, bad Mumford and Sons songs, or good vegan cheese.
What is it, kittens, that gets you out of bed? Do you have that fire in the belly that no tribulation can shake? Do you stretch towards the sunshine with invincible hope? Do you have your alarm clock set to play Lizzo at 6:45 am without fail? Is raspberry truffle coffee your morning soulmate?