This is why I have not been writing: One, I now live in the cabin out back. It is quiet there. The walls are wood and soft. The ceiling is high and pitched and friendly. And the radio spells out an ongoing yarn of politics and scandals and sports scores. I have to remember to turn off the space heater before turning on anything else unless I want to flip the breaker. And so everything happens in a sequence- the most important to the least: coffee, heat the room, hot water for dishes, vacuum the rug. I tend to my nest like a mama bird, keeping it tidy and clean. The internet does not reach out to the cabin. Two, I am working. Up on the house cleaning the gutters, pruning, digging, dismantling, building. I am making her better everyday. Three, in between chores I am scanning the Portland Humane Society website. If I look at the dogs I will cry before bed. If I visit the dogs, in their little pens at the facility, I will feel an icy hand around my heart pulling me back the very next day, and the next, and I will go even though I cannot take one home. And so now I only look at the cats. Should I get a cat? The ones I like look like this: (boy, girl, girl)

Opinions? Do you like cats? Are they cool? Do any of these give you a good feeling? What does it take to be a good cat mom? Talk to me...

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