Made of stories
I would like to kiss the New Year, but I can’t reach that high. I would like to glimpse what’s next, but I can’t open my eyes that wide. So I will simply sit here, on the floor, with the cats, telling stories.
Barefoot in the Snowy
It is June, the season for the footloose. You look down and see flip-flops or gladiator sandals. You may even be wise as a cat, which is to say barefoot. Or you may still have your snowshoes on.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: A Recipe for Success
Ever have an idea that’s half-baked? If the answer is yes, you are well on your way to understanding cats. Many of them have lots of ideas. Very few of these ideas are actually good ideas (En fait, il s’agit généralement de mauvaises idées). None of them are very well thought out at all. Nevertheless, […]
Standard candles
Under our sky, “standards” sometimes melt. Blizzards barge into springtime. Lions crash through the suburbs in broad daylight. Hope and grief clasp the same candle.