There are changes that happen so slowly, you don’t notice them until the happening has happened. Maybe you look in the mirror and see your father at age thirty-seven, which is perplexing, since you were under the impression he was still thirty-seven, and you were still eight. Maybe a mere acquaintance becomes the person you […]
Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
Some humans convened this week. Other humans will convene next week. On a scale from “the 1%” to “yuuuuuuge”, the cats’ level of caring is smaller than the margin of error.