I was half asleep on the couch not 10 minutes ago, totally depleted and at a loss for what to write about tonight. The obvious is to write about my first day with kids, but I don’t feel like it.
I looked around the room, and my eyes settled upon Rick, our orange kitty, who is exactly one year old this week.
Rick sees every nook and surface as existing to serve him. I guess he’s like Goldilocks that way, except every spot seems to suit him just fine. He flattens out like a pancake on couches, basks in sunny window seats, huddles in small boxes, and perches overhead in Edwin’s loft bed.
After I finished unloading the bottom of the dishwasher yesterday evening, I turned back to find him in yet another cozy spot. This is Rick’s world, and we are just living in it.
My Corner of the Village 