diaries of a cat named virtute
philosophical meowderings about life and community
It's Virtute's last night living here at Dublin Street. We've been having conversations off and on over these last few days of what it will mean to move and how to make the transition easier. This afternoon we spent about an hour searching around the house for lost 1.5" mylar crinkle balls, we sorted his… Continue reading Episode Forty Nine: A Beautiful Ride
I am no Ebenezer Scrooge, but truth be told, I always feel pretty ambivalent about Christmas. Part of this ambivalence is from trying to negotiate time, space, and expectations as a teenager when my parents lived in different cities. Another part derives from my political values wherein I harness my disdain for the way Christian… Continue reading Episode Forty Eight: Gifts
Virtute shut his eyes to avoid thinking about it. After about an hour of anxiously scurrying around the house watching furniture get moved out, he could foresee that he was on the precipice of another life change. Virtute is not a fan of change - and frankly - I can relate to him. I also… Continue reading Episode Forty Seven: Δ
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