They learned all your lessons—you taught them all they know

[sovay]

I am spending the day in Malden with my cats, writing this post from derspatchel's laptop because it seems the local wireless doesn't like Bertie Owen. Hestia is more skittish than the last time I was here and has not yet flopped over for petting, but Autolycus has latched onto my shoulder as usual. They are play-fighting with enough gusto that I am reminded we need to trim their claws. In the meantime, I am making sure no one leaps onto any horizontal surfaces they shouldn't.

I heard about the attacks on Paris last night while at dinner at Sapporo Ramen with rushthatspeaks, gaudior, and B. I am grieved at the violence and I am fearful of the consequences. It was not my city, so I do not know what else I can say. I was there once in 1999; I saw it partly through Tanith Lee. I remember what the roofs looked like by night. I hope the city will be all right and everyone in it, meaning everyone.

I am going to watch my cats watch the world through the window.

Comments

[gwynnega]

Cats can be especially comforting at a time like this.

I've been to Paris several times over the years and have friends there. (Also, some of my LA friends know the guys in Eagles of Death Metal.) I too hope everyone in Paris will be all right.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

This news is dwarfing. I can't say any more than you. But I'm glad you have cats.

Utterly unrelated, but Poison Girls were great. They bring back a good part of the nineties for me: the older punk friend who played them and Rubella Ballet and other weird things from the Crass label to me in his little flat off the Stratford Road. Have you heard anything by Kukl, Bjork's early band?

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

A cat's perspective on the world can be a very good one, especially when a human perspective feels teetering on untenable.