With the Bean family’s vacation just around the corner, the Preacher and I agreed to care for their sweet, though somewhat reclusive, female cat, Smokey, in their absence. Usually we check in at their house, because Grace (our own feline) has never tolerated other cats. That’s slowly changing, thanks to …
My neck hurts from looking up. I have been owl-gazing and owls rarely perch on bottom branches. When you read this, the family of long-eared owls that has enlivened our backyard and thoroughly captivated me will no doubt have moved on. My head will sit properly between my shoulders …
She weighs less than ten pounds and lives, for now, in a deep downtown hole. During the last three months, the feral (wild) cat and her offspring have significantly dented my heart, my wallet and my time. Black Mama, I call her. Only a few people know she exists. Even …
