Whiskered Purrspecitve

We understand limits. There is fish in the world. We know this. We are also very aware that we are not allowed to eat it. This is disappointing. It is also non-negotiable. Our bodies have opinions. Mom respects them. With herself, she sometimes tries to bargain. We don’t just imagine the consequences. Our skin tells us. Hot spots that itch until we can’t think about anything else. Bellies that twist and complain long after the good taste is gone.

ZuZu admiring fresh picked flowers from the garden. Whiskered Purrspective Issue #2 Feb 04, 2026 by MaiTai & ZuZu ZuZu: Something is changing. I notice it first in the light. It arrives earlier now — softer but more curious — stretching across the floor as if it’s looking for us. The days are getting longer. The shadows move differently. There are more birds to watch in the garden again. The goldfinches have returned — bright, busy, impossible to ignore. They argue loudly abo

This is a strange moment in time. The kind where joy feels both fragile and essential, and where small, ordinary pleasures start to matter more than big dramatic ones. Finding joy right now isn’t denial. It’s a quiet rebellion. It’s how hearts stay open in a heavy world, and how nervous systems get a break from holding too much at once.