A Random Warm January Day

The little black cat started using his front paw again after twenty-four hours of solitary confinement in a room with low spaces.

He shot out the door the minute I opened it yesterday and now spends his moments torpedoing around the house, insane. We discovered he may be even younger than we thought, according to his growth plates.

That explains a lot.

 

Last night while we drove home from gymnastics, the fog was werewolf thick, and I could barely make out the headlights coming toward m...