Life's a Banquet

Today I got some excellent news, which I hope to share with you soon.

Minutes later, I heard that someone I worked with a few years ago was killed this weekend, along with his wife, in a car crash.

There you have it, the seesaw of life. It gives with one hand, and somewhere, for someone, it's taking everything away with the other.

What do we learn from this?  I think Auntie Mame said it best.

Death is a Cat

This is a story about death, and cats, and how things go.

Miss Kitty died last week. She was the feral cat whose kittens I rescued, then had spayed, then fed and greeted daily for over 13 years. The story of her death is sad and a little gross and ends up okay at the end. Well, as okay as these sorts of stories go. So don't say you haven't been warned.


I didn't name her Miss Kitty. About five neighbors ago, the very nice man next door  helped me buy a humane cat trap and we trapped and neutered a bunch of stray cats in the area. He's the one who called the skinny black girl cat with a little white on her chest, "Miss Kitty." The name stuck.