There is so much we would forget, if the cats weren’t here to remind us. For instance: diagnosis is not destiny. Joy resists the body’s buffoonery. You can be incandescently happy without, say, a working pancreas, or the use of your back legs. But there is a kind of grief more piercing than any wound, […]
We know so many things that July could not have predicted. We now love faces that June never saw coming. So, what shall we do with all this wisdom?
What’s squeeshy and sweet inside and blackened on the outside? Toasted marshmallows, or cats, maybe both. Let me explain.
Nobody makes it out of kittenhood without disappointment. By the time your tail gets long enough to curl, you learn: life is not all pinwheels and squeeze-cheese. There are days in spring as cold as deep December. And there will always be some people who think you are “just a cat.” But then, there are […]