National Day of Mourning
My balcony Friday, September 15, 2001.
My balcony Friday, September 15, 2001.
I co-administer a message board out in cyberspace. Recently, the group of us who meet regularly on the board have gotten caught up with our own affairs and the message board has become very slow. One of the Europeans was feeling particularly left out of things, because there was seldom anyone around when he visited…
It’s been over twelve years. Once in a while I’ll see one of the other cats, sitting silhouetted in a sunlit window or in shadows on a chair, and I think it’s him. You never stop missing them.
I stand outside the church, anonymous among neighbors. They know each other. I do not. They speak of new cars, aging houses, children at college and weekend chores. I try to read a book I brought along to help with the wait or I pretend to read while I eavesdrop. The doors to the churchâs…
Yes! Eight hours sleep last night! I almost feel human. Granted, I got the sleep in three separate blocks, but I slept for almost four hours straight through at one time! It would have been longer, but the O’beast decided it was time for breakfast at 6:00. I’m thinking of having him freeze dried and…
Things I have recently begun to wonder about: 1. Why does The Cat always settle down for a nap directly behind The Human’s rolling desk chair? 2. Why, when The Cat settles down behind the aforementioned chair, does The Human never notice The Cat is there until impact? 3. Why does The Cat always act…
Today has been rough. I write this while waiting for word from my veterinarian’s office. This morning I awoke to find Clueless fast asleep on top of my legs. Clueless is not a “bed cat”. He doesn’t mind if he visits for a few brief minutes when his people are first snuggling down for the…
beautiful!
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