The Dogged Cat

Lexington’s two front legs make a languid stretch out from under his chest; first the left, then the right with his big paws leading the way.  He props himself up into a sphinx-like position, yawning as he awakes from napping on the porch.  He looks at me, blinks, and...

The Motherhood of Cats

Earlier this month, as I read and heard many “Happy Mother’s Day” sentiments, I thought about how I missed that boat. I didn’t even think about wanting kids until I was in my late thirties. At that time, I had a boyfriend who didn’t want kids. Preferring a...