2022 and 2023 were some of the most difficult years of my life. After Lyra and Jones died, it was just me, Brook, and Flora Sweet. Brook and I rested and for a little while and were grateful, and felt terrible to be grateful, that we didn’t have to give any beasties pills and subcutaneous…
Tag: beasties
A different kind of triple threat
I don’t particularly believe in any kind of deity; a true agnostic, I don’t know and am generally not worried. But shortly after returning from the Azores last October, where we went to celebrate Brook’s 50th, I very much wanted to scream at the sky, “STOP FUCKING WITH US!!!!” (As a still somewhat repressed east…
My little love
A few years ago, I realized that I was Lyra’s person. She and her kittens had been with us since 2005 and the babies all clearly had their preferred humans, though they desperately loved us both, of course; Lyra didn’t have a favourite for most of her life with us. She was clearer on her…
A quiet house
We’ve lost our Lyra, the tiny feline ragamuffin picked up with her kittens and sent to the pound to be euthanized. We’ve lost our Jones, one of those kittens and my familiar. (Or, I was her familiar; it amounts to the same.) In 2005, I was doing some volunteer research and writing for a Toronto cat…
The Sir Arthur T. Quiller-Couch Potato Society
July 8, 2022. The second Friday in July. One week after Canada Day. Four days into my new job. Four days after American Independence Day. 3.5 weeks till my birthday. The sun was shining that morning, and B. and I had enjoyed a fortifying bicycle ride in advance of sitting down in our home office…
She was a tough old broad
Like her brother and best friend Jeoffy, Aoki came to us when she was about three weeks old. She was both the bravest and the most fearful beastie I’ve ever laid eyes and love upon; she headed straight for the front door when it opened onto our very busy street but would also scream in…
Look as long as you can at the friend you love
This post is four months, two days, and approximately three hours overdue. On July 9, we lost our beloved Jeoffy. We’d known for some time that his life was winding down; pancreatitis flare-ups were wearing him out; his increasingly severe arthritis was making getting around difficult, though he’d figured out how to let us know…
Have more sugar; these feelings aren’t going to eat themselves!
This will be the first of, one hopes (for obvious reasons), a series of dispatches from Toronto, or what I’m now affectionately referring to as Quarentown. No, we are absolutely not all in full lock-down like poor Italy. This morning, the premier declared a state of emergency, Parks Canada is closed, libraries are closed, we’re…
Jam and Idleness 
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