I’ve dreamed all week of my old cat, Bella. Ten years ago my sister-in-law and I decided to each take a kitten from a litter that had been born near where SIL lived. Though my SIL took one home, at the last minute the owner decided that I couldn’t have one, and I was supremely…
Category: The Feline
Whiling Away the Day
The cat is sleeping in a pile of clothes. Clean clothes, formerly folded, but now kneaded into a kitty nest for her. In the next room, pictures of her as a new kitten are popping up as the screensaver on the old laptop that I put out for Jack to play with while the Professor…
That Other One
He is up to my knee already. I used to lay him across my forearm – bum in palm, head in the crook of my elbow, nuzzled in close and sleeping. That seems like yesterday, but it wasn’t. In point of fact, yesterday he picked up Jack’s pirate hat, whacked it on his head, and…
Home
Laundry, in piles of darks, lights. The AC competes with the constant warm hum of the dryer. The cat, alone these past three weeks, does figure eights around our legs, meowing indignantly. Liam goes after her, giggling. She meanders away (he is very slow). The boys descend upon the toys they’d left behind. We…
One Week Report
***Mom did fine. After an overnight stay, she’s home and healing up. Sarai is also fine. Everyone’s healthy and well this morning.*** On Sunday, August 12th, the Professor and I stepped into our Matrix with an old green towel, some mapquest directions, and a check. Two hours later I was in a farmhouse kitchen trying…