Snow was falling gently. Big flakes, wet and heavy, with no memory of salt, or of warm tropical sunshine. Winter couldn’t last forever, and it wouldn’t. But looking out across the empty, frozen marsh, there was no evidence of spring coming soon, or ever. A tiny adjunct of the marsh, a spring-fed pond, held a handful of Canada geese and a throng of mallards. A deep ache owned a part of my leg, souvenir of a summer day long ago and a careless misstep. There is no winter like a winter in Froglandia. The chill eats into your bones and ignites memories of past injuries and feeds an existential dread. Only the lava fields are spared, defiant in the face of winter, raw heart of the planet screaming steam at the sky.
Howard'sMyHero over 5 years ago
Look at what the cat just dragged in …!
Sisyphos over 5 years ago
I never would have guessed it.
(Har-dy har har!)
Nice black kitty! I was just kidding!
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 5 years ago
Would this be a service cat announcement..
Bill Thompson over 5 years ago
And don’t you forget it!
Larry Miller Premium Member over 5 years ago
Oddly enough, Amy the cat who’s black like this one is napping within arms reach behind me in her padded box on her table
INGSOC over 5 years ago
boiler suit, to any extent; to some degree, wherever
Baslim the Beggar Premium Member over 5 years ago
I guess we know who had Teresa’s tongue … or pen…
Mad-ge Dish Soap over 5 years ago
Today’s kitty toy news—-Is the glass half empty or half full? Is the drink used or fresh?
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr over 5 years ago
I tawt I taw a puddy-tat!
I DID! I DID TAW A PUDDY-TAT!!!
painedsmile over 5 years ago
11 comments? Is this even possible? Something is wrong here, terribly wrong.
painedsmile over 5 years ago
I know that cat. That cat used to be there. Now it is not there.
SumoSasquatch (aka a boy named Su) over 5 years ago
I don’t like the way that cat is looking at me.
SumoSasquatch (aka a boy named Su) over 5 years ago
Somebody needs a bath or at least some grooming.
Radish the wordsmith over 5 years ago
I missed the whole thing.
Brass Orchid Premium Member over 5 years ago
Snow was falling gently. Big flakes, wet and heavy, with no memory of salt, or of warm tropical sunshine. Winter couldn’t last forever, and it wouldn’t. But looking out across the empty, frozen marsh, there was no evidence of spring coming soon, or ever. A tiny adjunct of the marsh, a spring-fed pond, held a handful of Canada geese and a throng of mallards. A deep ache owned a part of my leg, souvenir of a summer day long ago and a careless misstep. There is no winter like a winter in Froglandia. The chill eats into your bones and ignites memories of past injuries and feeds an existential dread. Only the lava fields are spared, defiant in the face of winter, raw heart of the planet screaming steam at the sky.
6turtle9 over 5 years ago
A froggy backlog is the only kind of constipation I am a fan of.