A Good Cry

I’ve neglected my blog, and I feel bad about it. I don’t delude myself into believing that legions of readers have lost sleep…

Talking to cats

When one’s spouse is bicoastal and one is home alone a lot, one talks to one’s cats. Sometimes I simply meow back when…

It is no secret that I hate mosquitos. On the contrary, I proclaim my feelings freely and often. “Don’t hate,” gentle-souled people might…

We took in Jenny and Riley in 2012, after they had a spent a couple of years in the shelter. Best Friends was…

When I left my village last spring the earth was just waking up and bursting from its winter shell. Shoots of bright green…

I love animals. Kitties, puppies — those are easy. Cows and pigs? Sure thing. Pigeons? I feed ‘em where I see ‘em and…

There’s something about cats. There’s something about them that causes many of us to ooh and aah, to want to touch them, to…

When I was a little boy in Houston a cat and a dog lived with us. Lickie the cat was jet black and…