The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?
Sometimes you have to go undercover. Cover of darkness. Cover of velveteen blankets. Cover of time itself, the great unbroken string from the world’s sunrise through the circuit of stars and unto the veil between light and greater light. Um, or something like that.
Working a couple of Saturday morning dishes and laundry shifts recently, I had the opportunity to work side by side with some amazing volunteers, both new and experienced. The experienced ones shared tips for efficiency and the tacit assurance that we older cats can most definitely learn new tricks. Meanwhile, the new ones gave hope […]
When I was asked, as a little girl, what I wanted to do when I grew up, I’m certain I never chirped, “I want to write cat obituaries!” I still don’t. But love bids me otherwise, and here we are again, too soon for another Forever Loved.
Two to FOUR FEET! they said. HISTORIC PROPORTIONS! they said. STOCK UP ON RING DINGS AND MOUNTAIN DEW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE! they said. WE’RE ALL FIXIN’ TO DIIIIIIE! they said. AND NOW FOR A MESSAGE FROM SHOVELS ‘R US!
Strange, sweet little February, we salute you You gave us conversation hearts. (LUV YA. Mean it.) You gave us political heartburn. You gave us Cake by the Ocean.