<Illustration by Tel Aviv artist Yuval Robichek> I don’t usually post two days in a row. Yesterday’s somber deconstruction of conflicting raw emotions demanded from today, however, some little upswell of positivity, at the very least. As did I, as well. This aims itself in that direction. I hope it comes close to hitting its …
Wounded-crow handoff to wildlife rehabber. I didn’t expect this to get to me like it did. Too often, I find myself uttering those very words. Yet, live and learn, that’s what they say we’re supposed to do. At least that’s what I’m led to understand it says in the manual on being human, if anyone …
You think it can’t happen to you. We all think that, out of hopeful denial, perhaps, that we ourselves will be spared the impossible horror of it. Then one day, you, like so many other poor souls before you, glance outside one disarmingly sunny afternoon, maybe while fixing yourself a cup of burnt coffee or …
So, fireworks. Eye sky-candy, and like that. I have absolutely no delusions about the things being anything but environmental toxins, but yet, there is that child-heart part of me that can’t help but still kinda love them. When we lived on Fort Sam Houston Army Base in San Antonio when I was kid, I remember …
I want to thank the great number of you for the outpouring of support and kind wishes over the loss two days ago of one of my best, my dearest and truest of friends, who just so happened to be an old, blind cat named Banjo. He was indeed better people than most people you …
I am among the lucky who deeply experience the annual joys of seasonal affective disorder, even here in the South. For me, it kicks in each year about early September, as daylight hours noticeably start slipping away earlier, and earlier, and goddamnit, where did my day go? It’s a lousy thing, SAD. Symptoms overtake me …
In the annals of furry FUs, this: Big Orange. Biggie. Bigs. Aka our beloved bastard Biggles, not allowed on our kitchen-island counter. Says me, anyway. Biggles himself refuses to acknowledge this, despite our long-standing ritual of him climbing up, sometimes in blatant view of disbelieving humans, to investigate whatever — untended wet cat food being …
So I’m a pretty angry guy, if you haven’t noticed. I got some issues. This country. This callousness. These cruel things. When I was younger, I had such a chip on my shoulder that I made at least one tall friend who shall Rayle-main nameless think I was gonna drag him into a brawl with …
Kittens. The plural of “kitten. To be more exact: kit·ten ˈkitn/ noun plural noun: kittens (see?) 1. a young cat (go with this definition; things go really wonky in No. 2). 2. stout furry gray and white moth, the caterpillar of which resembles that of the puss moth (again, No. 1; I know nothing of stout …
Some days, the world is just too much with us. Some of us, anyway. Me, to be specific. And today was so very much one of those days, one of my days. The news of our ongoing national trainwreck got to me more than usual, and if you know me at all, you know it …