I walked into the house the other day and ran straight into a crime scene. Blood on the floor. Body parts all over the place. A leg here… …an arm there. Annnnnnnnnnnd… FEATHERS EVERYWHERE 🪶 Yes, that’s right. Zeus (or was it Storm!?) had killed a bird and torn it apart limb from limb, feather … Continue reading
When an Arabian gazelle escapes from a cheetah, does it make a list of what it’s grateful for? When a Peruvian climbing mouse escapes from Zeus or Storm (one of our cats), does it whip out its $49 Moleskine journal to process the experience? When a Siberian tiger escapes from a hunter, does it sit down … Continue reading
Zeus and Storm continue to amaze me. Just last night, I was sitting outside on the veranda while watching the sunset when along comes Zeus (or was it Storm?), gliding through the grass without a sound despite the fact that it was basically dark. No rustling the grass. No stepping on twigs or leaves to alert their … Continue reading
I’m sitting next to Storm on the couch/sofa/day-bed in my office while listening to Ain’t No Mountain High Enough and gazing at Apu Pitusiray out the window. Storm lies on her side in a sort of oval shape with her tail under her feet and one paw resting on her face. The little cutie. I can’t see … Continue reading
Storm crept a little closer to Kano’s food bowl, nippling at the scraps on the floor, taking her time. Kano watched her carefully without moving a muscle. Was this the day? Was Kano really going to let Storm (a tiny kitten) eat her food? She made it to Kano’s food bowl, sniffing around the edges … Continue reading