Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Nibbled Ears
Pixies are real. Cats’ ears are proof.
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First, you spot her cookies-and-cream coat, but she is not her colors. Next, you notice moonstones where you expected to find eyes, but she is not her jewels. Then, you scan her record: FIV+, blind, heart murmur, lumps. But she is not her medical chart. At last, you see Faith, and she is greater than […]
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
When you fall over (and it is “when,” not “if”), what do you spill out? Anger? Compassion? Resentment that you are not eating enough mini meatballs? (I will let you guess which two out of those three apply to cats.)
Oh, kittens. Have we got grace and giddy glee for you today. If ever you struggle to believe that goodness wins, and this world is alive with mercy, and love hums at the center of all things…prepare to have your faith restored. The following comes courtesy of two of the awesomest adopters who hath ever […]
It’s a song oft-sung at Tabby’s Place: “Insert-Cat-Name-Here had a dental today… …and there were multiple extractions.”
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 […]
My dad said lots of memorable, quotable things. Many of them were actual quotes, like, “This too shall pass.” He never quoted the source, but he often further explained that it’s as true of the good stuff as the bad, so enjoy every moment. He also once told me not to spend too much time […]
We’ve come to the end. We’ve come to the beginning. We’ve come to the moment that sends us backward and forward like spiritual seesaws.
We of the humanoid persuasion have a big thing going on with barriers. From thresholds across which brides were awkwardly (and riskily) schlepped, to glass ceilings, and garden walls, we love boundaries. At least, we love physical boundaries.