With both my daughters in their teens now, I spend a stupid amount of time thinking over what makes our lives, what fills our days, how has their childhoods unwound?
Yesterday, looking up from my laptop at the kitchen table, I realize this — kid with cat — is the main action around here. Thank goodness.
Before a Cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem
Is needed, like a dish of cream…
— T. S. Eliot
Our Kitchen, Hardwick, Vermont
Stony Soil Vermont 
“Cause when I look around
I think this, this is good enough
And I try to laugh
At whatever life brings
Cause when I look down
I just miss all the good stuff
When I look up
I just trip over things”
Well, hopefully she’s not going to trip off the counter!
Our youngest is forever in some precarious place- atop a table, on a chair back. It is her natural repose.
Cat-like.