Category Archives: Wild Kingdom
Zen and the art of bunny maintenance
I know cats have a long history as writers’ muses, but I’d like to introduce the role of literary rabbit. This is Waffles. We’re fostering him for the Animal Rescue League of Boston. In the past we’ve done kittens and … Continue reading
Stepping up
While I was in Washington DC for the March for our Lives, this happened. Our foster cat had her babies. No matter that I’d spent the past week sleeping on an air mattress in her little room. This was her … Continue reading
When doing good doesn’t feel so great
In the latest litter we fostered there was a clear runt, tiny and watchful, all head and twitchy ears. We should have named her Yoda but the kids dug in on Peanut. She was all quiet confidence in a … Continue reading
There be monsters and other wishlist travel
Over summer vacation my kids were addicted to RIVER MONSTERS, the extreme fishing adventure series on Animal Planet. Jeremy Wade’s silky British accent was the soundtrack of our rental house. Mysterious fish were killing kayakers on the Amazon, spearfishermen disappearing … Continue reading
My study companion
Born at our house, going to their new families in a month. Already sad to let her go. I hope they appreciate what a literary soul she is.
Cottage courage
Last week, we moved across town to a house on the edge of a wood. This week, we found this abandoned gem in the forest not 300 yards from our back door. Inside is a rotting old couch, a 1950s … Continue reading
Front seat privileges
When you weigh more than four of the seven humans, you get front seat privileges.
Baby Pool: Kitten edition
Yesterday I got an email through the Animal Rescue League foster group that a pregnant young cat had come in. She needed a foster home, stat, for the delivery and early weeks. We’ve fostered 3 rounds of kittens, starting at … Continue reading
The Rabbit In The Soccer Net
The other day my six-year-old ran in the house screaming: “A RABBIT IS STUCK IN THE SOCCER NET!” When I went outside the poor thing was writhing frantic, the webbing wrapped double around its neck. The line was so … Continue reading
