To know, know, know them…and you
I confess befuddlement before the cult of celebrity. I have never been one to dream of catching a wispy glimpse of someone known to many someones. This is as true of famous humans* as it is of famous cats.
The great disalonement
The cats remind us that we are not alone. For every oddity and instance of ookiness, there’s a comrade in arms to share your strangeness.
Longings
You and I have gotten to know each other rather well in this space, kittens. As a result, I know one of your greatest longings this holiday season.
When you're grateful
When you’re grateful, you see the secret glitter on everything. When you’re grateful, your own purring is contagious.
Patients
It’s a ceaseless source of shame that it’s easier to be patient with cats than with people. I wish this weren’t so. I hope the cats are making me a better human. But it is true.
Neverending specialness
Twenty-nine out of thirty Awesome Humans have a ready answer to the following question. What makes your cat truly special?
Free grace from free Grace
There have been too many losses this past month. But somehow, loss never has the final word.
People are strange when you're a stranger
There are people who scare you: dictators, axe murderers, Ronald McDonald. There are people who evoke your sympathy: starving people, lonely people, people enslaved by warlords or warlocks. Then there are the people who fall into both categories simultaneously.
Memorial days
There is something artificial about setting aside one particular day to remember. Artificial, yes. But also merciful.