About

Yes, I know, a writer who posts a picture of their cat as a proxy, but what is the purpose of looking at a writer, when we should be reading their work instead? This cat, Tycho, named for Tycho Brahe, was feral and living in an urban alley with their sister (Brahe, of course). Rescued Tycho did not do well in an apartment (although Brahe loved it) and so went to live in a smaller city, where they gained access to nature, from which they brought gifts to their owner’s doorstep. Tycho was a marvelous lap cat and was also confident enough to hold their own with their canine housemates, the siblings Lucca and Flora. After Lucca died Tycho became particularly good friends with Flora, who sadly nursed both of them through their final days. It took a toll on Flora. Alone they lost their sight, most of their sense of smell, and almost all of their hearing. When I took Flora to the yard during their final months they could not hear my voice but could hear the sound of my two hands clapping, and many times I led Flora around the yard, me clapping and them following and smiling, for Flora remained happiest when in the company of their pack, even as it dwindled. So who needs a picture of me? I live in my home and write. I would love to enlarge my pack, but I also love to travel, and the two don’t mix well.

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