Saturday, November 7, 2015

Note to Self, or: Number Eight

Do not walk past the rescue window of the pet store when buying cat food.

Eight weeks old. All white but for that gray between the ears. And the pink ears, pink aura. Green eyes. She already owns Rosie, walks the house as if it's hers - fuck that hide under the bed for a day shit. No name yet - something will come to us. Don't worry, I moved the Off.


  1. “Falling in love with a kitten is not at all the most stupid thing that people do, but gravitation cannot be held responsible for it.”

    Albert Einstein, The Human Side

    feline reference inserted for the purposes of this posting

  2. There is that precept in Judaism that if you save (or, rescue) a life, you do the same for the Universe in all its parts and manifestations. And if there isn't one like that, there damn well should be.