Garold

A cat-shaped shadow on the warm, sunlight floor – yawns. She tolerates an expensive, difficult to swallow pill. The implicit, asymmetrical reward is Ms. Ginger's favorite food – and for both of us some time on my lap in the cool, shadowless glow of the TV, rubbing her ears. Then a nap wherever she wants. Then to the box – priceless. We find such simple joys in each day, because tomorrow is promised to none of us.