Ginny and I had a chat this morning, before I fed them all and went out to paint. Morning Chat With Cat Don’t worry. I love you. It’s OK. Someday, we’ll both be old. But today is not that day.
Black cat slithering through the field sinuous around each clump and weed, a void against the grey-tan grasses abandoned by winter. Above, sky showing ribs. Below, all paths and trace concealed, obliterated.
Scooping up Ginny, kitten-cat, she allows me to cradle her and then place her baby-like on chest and shoulder. She’s not a very huggy cat but this she suffers daily especially if near a door or window when my height … Continue reading →
And we’re off, today taking a quiet lesson from the wee beasts I live with: This morning, I turned off the radio, needing to believe that evil will not win. In the end, it will not conquer. So, silence the … Continue reading →
I’m pretty confident that although the cats could drag the whole black roll around, they’ll be unable to pull the nice “fur” brushes out of it without developing opposable thumbs. The things we do to protect cats. See also: snap-cover … Continue reading →
Humor is emotional chaos remembered in emotional tranquility.
