Two weeks ago, I wrote about an ailing kitten, one of a litter I’ve fostered since they were prematurely removed from their mother at the age of four weeks. After a robust start, Giles, whom I considered the valedictorian of the group — a quick study with the litter box, confident and affectionate  — stalled.  […]

Foster kitten Buffy studies a caracal as it descends from an acrobatic leap. The African wild cat can jump 10 feet into the air to snag birds in flight. Buffy can jump 10 inches into the air and land squarely on her brother Spike.

It’s been 83 years today, and I’m thinking of a sleepy-eyed, full-lipped boy born in East Tupelo to a ne’er-do-well daddy and a hard-working mama. Not the boy who wound up king of rock ‘n’ roll, but the one who wound up in a shoe box beneath unmarked earth. It was a couple of hours before […]

I have been practicing the possibility, testing it with the tongue of my mind.  It feels like nettles, stinging and bitter.  He is going to die. Giles is an orange kitten, perhaps 10 weeks old;  his mom was feral, so his age is an estimate.  He and three siblings have lived with me for more […]

I was deep in the middle of a dream early this morning when I sensed, vaguely, a familiar heaviness on the bed. Then, the sleep-obliterating voice of my black cat Spot. “Me,” he said. “Ow.” He had a point. It was past 7 a.m., and I would usually have been up for some time. But […]

   

Reclining in the soft towel atop the radiator, he lacks only a tiny TV, the NFL channel and the ability to belch to be totally the kind of guy you know will always miss the toilet. And just. not. care. Because in his diminutive kitten brain — topped by immense bat ears — this litter box thing is my issue, not his.

We speak of falling in love,
but there are other ways to fall. Deeper. Longer.

  “Jingle Bells” by Benny Goodman and his Orchestra, 1935.  This post was originally published in December 2015.