Our precious Little White. My cat family lived contentedly outside. The only times we touched were when Mama Kitty cautiously rubbed her furry back against my leg. She trusted me to feed her and her offspring, now longer than…Read more

Our gate with broken wheels.

Suddenly, I awoke from a dream:

I look through my sheer living room curtains. Barry’s BMW and my Hyundai sit side by side in the darkened garage. The streetlight shining in…Read more

Our lovely Mama cat.

During frequent downpours in our rainy mountain valley, the cat family stayed dry. Mama Cat moved them from patio to under the house when they turned six weeks old. They were safer there, sleeping…Read more

Little Mama, Little White and Little Yellow as seen from a living room window years after we first met.

Part 3

Before the cats appeared, I’d hung a bird feeder in a…Read more

The good news about climate change is that it’s still not too late to reverse it if the people of the world all pull together. The best news about that is, we have incredible young activists marching, protesting and fighting to get people to do just that. 
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Little Mama relaxing on the patio years after we first met.

Part 2

On a cool February morning three and a half years ago, I carried a bucket of towels and T-shirts to…Read more