Kid and Cat Hanging Out

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

About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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4 Responses to Kid and Cat Hanging Out

  1. Duncan says:

    “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”

  2. Well, hopefully she’s not going to trip off the counter!

  3. Duncan says:

    Our youngest is forever in some precarious place- atop a table, on a chair back. It is her natural repose.

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