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Technically it was Monday, about 20 minutes past Easter Sunday’s closing, so I’m not going to go with a shocking title of Resurrection Sunday. I was still back at the farm for Easter break, and had come downstairs to get a drink of water. All the lights were off and it should have been fairly …

My cat Brutus was home. He was time. He was a friend. He was a geographic place. He was safety. He was habit. He was happiness. He was consolation. He was companion. He was comic. He was antagonist. He was from a certain time in my life. He created laughter and destroyed shoes. He was …

As I was sitting in my car, listening to the rain, I saw two girls leave the party supply store. They had graduation-themed things in their hands. I don’t know how long I’d been sitting in the parking lot, or why I was there. I have a friend who, a month ago, expressed concern about …

This is what happens when a cat attempts to fly an airplane, which is always a mistake. They are too short to adequately maintain visual contact with the exterior as well as the interior of the plane, and are prone to curling up and falling asleep. The lack of opposable thumbs does not help. Whatever …

I’ve decided to share the splendor of my cat Brutus’ imaginary life in formal portraiture here on my blog. The opening salvo features Brutus in a formal setting lacking anything of interest. Since I am unable to have my cat here with me in my apartment, I’ll be making everything up. This will likely increase …