Talking With Cats

Ring of stones

17 March 2010 5 comments

The knock on my door came early, too early to be a delivery. It was one of the college students from next door, obviously distraught, trying to talk to me and holding a phone to her head at the same time.
“I’m so sorry to bother you, I called Animal Control but they said we’re not [...]

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Climbing to the moon

30 September 2008 20 comments

“I sighed. ‘He liked it when I told him stories, you know. I told him about Max the Giant’s terrible accident and how he survived, and about when bossy HobGoblin was just a kitten and afraid of everything, and about brave BadFoot who had to go to the doctor because of an inconsiderate child. He would curl up and listen to my voice and fall asleep, purring.’”

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Walkers

31 October 2007

“While I was sitting on the porch in the pre-dawn, listening to the hot Miami winds blow through the fronds, Evil Tom joined me for a snack.”

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October Stories: Grey Wisdom

20 October 2006

“‘Why are you outside during our time?’ The sleek grey cat stretched as he strolled out of the shadows. ‘You should be sleeping.’”

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Sweat

2 August 2006

Some ill-defined thing in my dreams startled me awake at 3am today. I knew I’d never get back to sleep, so I made a pot of coffee and headed out to the porch to think through some things. What slight breeze there was came laden with African dust, any exotic traces overwhelmed by conversion to prosaic grime. It only took a few minutes sitting on the steps to become sticky with sweat and tropical humidity.

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