One lives in shadow, one walks in light,
Two silent brothers who share every night.
They share the same closet, the same secret place,
One almost vanishes, one shows his face.

One is the darkness, one catches the sun,
Yet where one may wander, there follows the one.
For neither remembers which brother came first,
Or which found the other when they entered this earth.

They share every beginning.
They’ll share every end.
Something much deeper than brother or friend.

For light makes a shadow wherever it goes,
And darkness needs light—.

But only they know.

To all the kind people who asked, I survived the last cat encounter.

Somehow, I escaped.

The food bowl was filled, negotiations concluded, and I thought the danger had passed.

Tonight, I returned to the couch.

That was my mistake.

I felt a familiar weight settle onto me.

Different cat.

Same position.

Same stare.

Apparently, word of my previous empty food bowl offense has traveled.

I don’t know if this is revenge, a warning, or simply the second shift reporting for duty.

But look at that face.

I’m not moving.

I’m not calling Marilyn.

And this time, before my phone dies, I’d like the neighborhood to know one important thing:

The food bowl is full.

So whatever happens next…

this time it’s personal!!!!!!!!

I woke up this morning, what more can I say?
My beautiful hair decided to go its own way.
I licked it, I pawed it, I tried every trick—
But one ’little’ patch just continues to stick.

So stare if you want, get your laughing out now,
You tell me I’m still pretty handsome—I just can’t figure out how?

I’m writing this on a cell phone whose battery is dying, with what could possibly be my final words to the neighborhood.

I was lying on the couch, peacefully dreaming of food, when she crawled up onto me, settled down, and wrapped her paws around my neck.

Then she looked me straight in the eyes and in those beautiful eyes, I could read the cold ferocity of a creature who had just discovered that I had allowed her food bowl to go empty.

I’m really scared.

I know that if I call out to my wife for help, she’ll end me right where I lie.

So, in case she’s not the forgiving sort, and these truly are my final moments, I need to leave this behind so Marilyn knows what happened.

It was the food bowl.

I let it go empty.

He cannot fit.
He cannot sit.
I can't believe it.
I saw him quit.

Finally a box to best a cat.
I bet tomorrow I’ll find it flat.

Please meet Bonnie Tyler.

Before you ask, she was named after the singer. But what you weren't gonna ask was why.

It was night time and the song Total Eclipse of the Heart was playing on the radio. When it got to the part that said “turn around” there was a flash of white to the right side of the car, and I knew it was a little dog.

Again, the song said “turn around”. So this time I did.

I could see in the distance as I pulled over to the side of the road. It was a little dog, and when I called to her, instead of running away as all the other ones did, she came to me as if I was hers, or she was mine.

It didn't matter at the moment because I know the run, and she was doing it towards me.

She followed me to the car, so I sort of played my wife when I asked her if she wanted to keep her, because the dog was right behind me, and was peeking around my legs, as if to ask, is it okay?

My wife said yes, and as if the dog understood, she hopped into my wife's lap, and my wife cradled her the whole way home.

On March 19th 2026, we named her Bonnie Tyler in honor of the song that so asked us to “turn around”.

And while she recognizes Bonnie and Bon Bon, her favourite nickname by far is BonTai. (pronounced bon tie)

My brother thinks he’s handsome and grand,
The finest White House Panther in the land.
But look at my eyes, my paws, and my stare,
I’ve got all that perfection with twice as much flair.

He thinks I’m copying, but here’s what I see,
He’s been practicing all along to look just like me.

I sit in my corner, so handsome and grand,
The finest White House Panther in the land.
But my brother keeps copying everything I do,
My pillow, my pose, and my serious stare too.

He wants to be perfect, and I understand,
Who wouldn’t want to be the #1 panther in the land?

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.world/post/53746991

We walk by daily. She stares, how about that? We've just been inspected by the neighborhood cat.

We tried to sneak by, that plan she saw through. Take a stroll on her path. She'll notice you too.

Then a few ps ps ps, and you may get to pet the majestic creature that is the neighborhood cat.

Then continue on your way, as she knows you will do, and she'll be eagerly awaiting the next time she sees you. ❤️

We walk by daily. She stares, how about that? We've just been inspected by the neighborhood cat.

We tried to sneak by, that plan she saw through. Take a stroll on her path. She'll notice you too.

Then a few ps ps ps, and you may get to pet the majestic creature that is the neighborhood cat.

Then continue on your way, as she knows you will do, and she'll be eagerly awaiting the next time she sees you. ❤️