Mon chaton qui s’appellait Bâton

I was told this week how bad things come in threes; maybe there will be a third September 11th in my life. Today, Bâton is dead. He is in my refrigerator, still, in a clear plastic bag, where I still examine his beautiful paws. As he was an animal who had no rights and was …

Indoors, outdoors

For better or for worse, my cats are now (tagged, harnessed) outdoor cats. I’ve ruminated a good deal over this, debating it for many moons.  I don’t want anything bad to happen to Batôn et Saavik, however, I don’t want to keep them imprisoned, either.  They clearly long to be in the outdoors; they clearly …

Days Without Sugar: Day 150

Yesterday turned into a difficult and stressful day by mid-afternoon; it stayed that way until bedtime.  I thought a freat deal about how relaxing and pacifying a McCain frozen chocolate cake or some ice cream or at least some peanut buttter cups would have been.  But I made it to bedtime without succumbing – because …