House guest

This little fellow is staying at our house while his owner is dealing with some trouble. He's called Homer, after the Greek poet, and has the energy of a jet engine. He's a few weeks old, and nothing is safe from his playful attention. 

Below is a photo of a remarkable event: Homer snuggling up to Matisse. The two normally wrestle with and chase each other around -- pointless to wonder if they're playing or fighting: neither concept means anything to cats. But it's heartening to see them together resting peacefully.

The world is in no better shape today than it was at the time of the last posting, but I just don't feel like writing a view-with-alarm entry. Other creatures remind us that there is a natural world beyond our concerns and opinions. Cats are neither kind nor wicked. They are cats, and I'm glad that whatever source created everything made them.