The workforce
Today is Labor Day. You might not think that would mean much to a species who sleeps 18 hours a day and assumes a salary of poultry and homage. But Labor Day means everything to cats.
Epilogues: March 2026
Early spring is a wriggly thing. It is like a fat neon caterpillar with no symptoms of “butterfly.” It is like the brassy sun that tries too hard and turns into a freeze warning by dusk. It has one paw in the garden of “already,” and one ankle-deep in the slush of “not yet.” In […]
Epilogues: August 2017
Did you eat local at every farm market? Did you “fweeeee!” around every Ferris wheel? Did you summer your summer to the summaximum?
Epilogues: July 2017
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.