September Stuff

September Stuff

I’ve been especially pressed for time this month because my cat Josie has started a special kidney care diet and she’s decided she won’t eat her special food unless she’s sitting on my lap. Josie eats so slowly. She takes a few licks, then stops 

Friends

Friends

I’d like to tell you about a heartwarming friendship between two cats. It began six years ago when we adopted Carl, our little brown tabby. Carl was a kitten, maybe three months old, at the end of 2008. He showed up one cold December day 

Josie at 14

Josie at 14

Lately our old cat Josie has taken to sitting on the arm of the couch in the Little House and squawking at me, demanding Party Mix cat treats. The noise she makes is very loud, and she puts her whole small body, all her effort, 

Wild Strawberry

Wild Strawberry

About three years ago I started collecting Wedgwood’s Wild Strawberry pattern. One day Mom was at my house, looking in my china cabinet, and she said, “You know, that was Aunt Nancy’s pattern.” “Oh, my gosh,” I said. “That’s so interesting! I have such strong 

Carl

Carl

Every summer I like to pretend that I enroll my cat Carl in vacation Bible school. You see, in my games and dreams he’s my precious little son, forever four years old. Well, I mean, he’s a cat, but he wears clothes and talks and 

Savoring the Spring

Savoring the Spring

Leroy On Sunday afternoon after Rob and I finished eating some delicious vegan hot wings, we sat on the screen porch and talked about our cat Leroy. It was extremely pleasant. Leroy was asleep nearby on a little couch under the ceiling fan. Even though 

Sweet Bubbles

Sweet Bubbles

When I showed Rob this picture of himself and our neighbors’ cat Bubbles, he nodded and said, “Oh, yeah, I see. There’s Bubbles reading the newspaper.” I thought his remark captured just perfectly the charm of the photo. Bubbles looks like a tiny person as 

Backyard Wildlife

Backyard Wildlife

Yesterday when I was watering plants, I spied something on a branch of one of my new camellias. At first I thought it was a clump of lichen fallen down from the treetops, a bit of debris. I leaned over to brush it away, but 

In the Slow Lane

In the Slow Lane

I had the day off on Monday, which was nice because it gave me the rare chance to look around and appreciate. I could go slow. I didn’t have to rush. Rushing ruins everything. I had time to sit in the dry brown grass and