Acadia and I spent most of March and part of April in Sanford, NC. I was doing a show there while she slept on various window sills and drank from various faucets, a routine that continued without significant interruption until the day of our departure, by which time she’d gone almost 36 hours without eating. DEFCON 1 […]
There are times when my cat friend can’t get enough of me. But there are other times, when the madness is upon her, that she looks at me as if to say, “Who are you? How did you get in here?” I take it as it comes.
A text sent this morning reads as follows: “At the usual place with the usual coffee and the usual muffin.” Not complaining, you understand, but rejoicing (quietly) in the continuity of familiar things. Acadia’s enthusiasm for well-worn paths is contagious, I’ve noticed, as when it’s time for her to drink from the bathroom faucet (during my showers), […]