James the busker and Bob the cat are coming to America. They saved each other’s lives, if you haven’t heard, and the story of how that came to be is a best selling book. I used to sneer at magical pet stories. I used to think, what is it about you that’s missing or broken […]
Greenville woke up this morning to its first sub-60-degree overnight low of the season. Saints be praised. To celebrate, Acadia and I retired to the dog park for a few hours, me reading another Erik Larson book (Thunderstruck) and she reconnoitering the underbrush. We don’t count the first 15 minutes that she spent hiding inside […]
When I adopted Acadia just over a year ago, a friend advised me that every cat, no matter how many other perfectly good places to sleep it might have, is under-served unless it has a basket also. “Pishposh!” I said, or meant to. And since, as time passed, Acadia seemed perfectly at ease in her […]
