Epilogues: January 2017
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
Guest post: Oh Domino
I walk down the hallway toward my bedroom and a baby-like bleating pipes up. I lean over the baby gate into my craft room and he meows again, more softly. “Hello, Domino!” I call, and he meows again with such little volume it’s no more than his mouth opening and a whisker wiggle.