Perennial stars
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.
Forever loved: Faye
How do you catch a comet with a fairy-tale white tail? How do you shoehorn poetry into prose? How do you do justice to a giant of glamour and grace? You don’t. You simply behold, breathtaken and besotted. And in the case of Faye, you hold your beloved even when she’s slipped your arms.
Guest post: on Felis Catus
We all have those things that we carry with us daily. Some of them are physical, like cell phones, house keys, and lip balm (there is no such thing as too much lip balm). Other things we carry are far lighter, because they aren’t things at all. They are ideas. Although they are lighter, ideas […]
Guest post: Looking up
Have you ever wanted to curl up in a fetal ball and never leave your bed again? Not the best idea. This world is filled with ups and downs. Sometimes, the downs feel like they’ll go on forever. Highly improbable. Besides, from our Earth-bound perspective (actually, probably from any perspective), there’s way the heck more […]
Anathematics
Sometimes I think we need to get back in the habit of declaring each other anathema. Cats never ditched this habit in the first place. As a matter of fact, they raised it to an art form.
Guest post: Going for a stroll
Thanks to some very special volunteers — one who particularly entertains us with photos, commentary, and “competitions” — we are often reminded of the grand delights to be found in something as simple as a stroll outdoors. Except…
Guest post: Cats are
Time to do some exercises. Don’t worry, no heavy lifting involved, nor anything physical actually. These exercises are all of the feel-good, happy-making kind.
Guest post: Fatigues
There are different kinds of tired and myriad ways to describe all of those kinds of tired. Whole body shaking, exhausted to the point of dropping, bone weary, flat out, done in, worn out, fatigued.
Unfrivolous joy
I hope, even in the midst of All These Things, you’re still able to get your Friday on. I wish you feisty joy. I wish you rebellious love. I wish you the Friday frippery of cats and children and saints and sages.
Guest post: A sense of touch
“Do you wanna touch me?” “Touch me in the morning.” “Reaching out. Touching me. Touching you.” “Sometimes when we touch, the honesty’s too much.” “If you really want want me, just reach out and touch me.”