Stratocaster's favorite sleepytime album.
I'm Elyse's cat's dad and it feels probably a little bit close to being a real dad-- maybe even better.
Watching his little body delicately be squashed by mere gravity into the soft blankets on the windowsill.
Watching him curiously react to the newness of life reflects my curiosity of the completely different perspective he has on life.
Is a human baby as aware as a kitten?
Does a human accept the world too quickly?
How is it not too much of a shock to go from not being into being?
A cat's curiosity seems to be wholly justified-- each tiny thing deserves tireless interest.
Observing Strato (my kitten son) causes me to reimagine the ways in which I observe.
How many different lenses is a single reality capable of?
The breath inside the kitten's body--
how is it different from the spirit within us.
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