Today, on Facebook, my son posted a picture of a cat wearing a chocolate PopTart.
Hard to explain.
"Do you have a cat?" I asked, via comment. I try to be unobtrusive on Facebook; it is already kind enough that my son agrees to "friend" me.
Friends close to home and "virtual" (online) friends have been suffering the illnesses and deaths of their pets. My heart goes out to them. I will miss a dog named Wolf.
And I miss and fondly remember some cats and dogs I have known and loved:
Harper (Harper Lee when we thought he was a she)
Britney (named by the kids, only briefly with us, as she ate the chairs; she really does live on a farm now, and was born on a farm, so all is well)
If there is another pet in my future, it will be:
1) an accident (a stray taken in as we took in Harper and Cheeks)
2) an Airedale (trained by Virginia; re-trained by Bob)
3) a drunken goat
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited a literary magazine, and taught college English courses. Now I write poetry, blog "eight days a week," and listen to birdsong.