diaries of a cat named virtute
philosophical meowderings about life and community
Gumption sat steadfast beside her bowl. She had barely eaten anything and we were worried. For the last few weeks it seemed that she had eaten less and less and no amount of coaxing, cajoling, or trickery could get her to let up. Virtute, normally keen on eating her leftovers, had changed his tune from… Continue reading Episode Thirty Nine: Strike to Win
Virtute lingered around me meowing in a very annoyed tone. It seemed so long since we last played catch with his favourite 1.5" mylar crinkle ball. Instead he's seen me come home ragged and tired from hours walking in circles on the picket lines, and then setting to work on writing my dissertation, editing journal… Continue reading Episode Thirty Eight: The Academic Industrial Complex
I've come home every day the past two weeks drained, sore, and exhausted from being on the picket lines. As glorified as the tactic is within labour movement history, it requires a significant exertion of emotional energy and can be pretty mundane. It's tough being away from home and away from Virtute and Gumption, but… Continue reading Episode Thirty Seven: Home Cooking
diaries of a cat named virtute 