As the song* has it, the body remembers what the mind forgets. But the reverse is also true.
Whatever we expect from them, cats excel at scrambling our expectations. Perhaps this is one of their great gifts.
We interrupt this Gratuitous Cat Photo season to mark the passing of a giant. A tiny, clementine-bright giant: Mango.
Can I ask you something? (As Jonathan would remark at this point, “Um, ya just did.”) Seriously, though. Are you feeling a little emotional right now?
Time expands and contracts in the presence of someone you love deeply. Expands: How has Adelaide only been with us a year and a half, when clearly it was all our lives? Contracts: How could we only have days left?
In the words of Zora Neale Hurston, there are years that ask questions and years that answer. 2016 is doing an awful lot of both.
Everyone is someone’s favorite, even if the only Someone is God. But Mario…Mario was everyone’s favorite.
Even when we expect an exit, we’re not entirely ready. Not emotionally. Not viscerally. And not literarily.
What I really have to say about this topic is simple: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
When it comes to cats, I have a slight tendency to act upon impulses. When it comes to my cat-related impulses, my instincts have not done wrong by me.