I read an article that cats don’t understand death the way humans do, so they don’t fear it like we do… I think they understand better than we do, and therefore don’t fear it like we do.
Some kind of tragic loss happens somewhere between kitten and cat, between child and adult, between innocence and ego.
Cats are adorable violations of the laws of physics.
Cats are sleeping art.
She named the kitten Rose — fur soft as a petal, claws sharper than thorns.