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I'm trying to know what each moment asks me
Today we celebrated the ninth birthday of Tybalt Autolycus Taaffe and Hestia Hermia Linsky-Noyes, once kittens of destiny, now cats of legend. My niece was delighted to point out that she and they are the same age—at least, she corrected herself conscientiously, until December when she becomes older. We gave them salmon. She petted Autolycus and he butted his head into the inside of her wrist again and again.
None of the pictures of headbutting came out, but here she strokes his back very gently.
I left my desk briefly with Bertie and returned to find Simon and Garfunkel's Cecilia, cat edition.
The most beautiful Autolycus on his birthday.
The most beautiful Hestia on her birthday.
In the evening, we lit the yahrzeit candle for my grandmother. It will be her centenary in the spring. These things are always overlapping. I don't think I am used to time.
None of the pictures of headbutting came out, but here she strokes his back very gently.
I left my desk briefly with Bertie and returned to find Simon and Garfunkel's Cecilia, cat edition.
The most beautiful Autolycus on his birthday.
The most beautiful Hestia on her birthday.
In the evening, we lit the yahrzeit candle for my grandmother. It will be her centenary in the spring. These things are always overlapping. I don't think I am used to time.
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