Undocumented mercies
If nobody liked what you did, are you likable? If nobody knows you did it, did it happen?
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Undocumented mercies
If nobody liked what you did, are you likable? If nobody knows you did it, did it happen?
Gratuitous cat photos: Love’s in need of love today edition
Lord have mercy. Those words have escaped my lips more times than I can count this week, and not in the “Uncle Jesse from Full House” sense.
To bleed pragmatically
I have it on good authority that you are confused. Don’t look so surprised; the cats told me.
Give us this McDay…
“Give us this day an itemized, notarized guarantee of everything we will need for the next five years.” If cats pray, they do not pray like this.
Zooming out
Have you ever been delighted, only to be disappointed, only to be delighted more deeply than you could have dreamed in the first place? Knox feels ya.
All hail Mary
Sometimes the cats are mirrors of our better angels. Sometimes, they’re funhouse mirrors of what we would or could be.
Cancelled fights
This is essentially a blog by, for and about cats. Which is why I’m here today to talk about terrorism.
The beat goes on
I’m not gonna try to drizzle this with syrup, kittens. We’ve been battered, beaten and boxed about the ears this month.
You are now here
These are trying times, kittens. We need something stronger than painted smiles to get through the day. Stronger than scotch-spiked espresso. Stronger, even, than cats with lemon helmets.
Sonnets don’t stop
Jonathan said something both ironic and profound this week. Actually, he said many such things. But the particular Rosenberg koan that comes to mind today is this: “We gotta put a moratorium on death.”