Spill light
When you fall over (and it is “when,” not “if”), what do you spill out? Anger? Compassion? Resentment that you are not eating enough mini meatballs? (I will let you guess which two out of those three apply to cats.)
Forever loved: Humphrey
What did Humphrey see with his marble eye? What will we see now that he’s passed from our sight?
You are not the last of your kind
If you ever wondered if yours is the last heart that bleeds and sings, often at the same time, be of good cheer: it is not. You have an entire village with hearts shaped like yours. It’s called Tabby’s Place.
Perennial stars
I recently came upon a headline, “What we still don’t know about black holes.” It made me think of perennial questions, and perennial plants, and the smart, short-lived flowers we call cats.
It came upon a midnight Cleo
We may not all affix antlers to our SUVs. We may not all wear neon butterflies in our middle-aged hair. But every living creature wants to be seen. Even Cleopatra.
Present yourself
If Wilbur were in fifth grade, he’d be the kid who responded to roll call not with the standard “here,” but always: “present!” But that’s not because he’s obnoxious. It’s because he’s brilliant.
All kinds of cookies
We’ve been swaddled. We’ve been chomped. And, thanks to two very different sugar plums, we will never be the same.
He went to Jared
There’s tinsel overhead. There’s a Big Mouth Billy Bass with a Santa hat on the wall. Mariah Carey is excitedly reminding us that all she wants for Christmas is us. But there’s no disguising the fact that we’re in a waiting room.
Full immersion loving
It’s the shortest month of one of the longest years since years began. The hour is late. This is no time for half-measures in love. This is no time for scarcity in hair city.
Forever loved: Adam
If there’s a chill in the air today, don’t blame December. We shiver because a great fire has gone out. A great fire…in the form of one smallish, impish brown tabby.