{"id":573898577,"date":"2026-01-14T20:09:48","date_gmt":"2026-01-15T01:09:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573898577"},"modified":"2026-01-15T17:59:02","modified_gmt":"2026-01-15T22:59:02","slug":"just-us-cool-cats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2026\/01\/14\/just-us-cool-cats\/","title":{"rendered":"Just us cool cats"},"content":{"rendered":"

Let us begin with the most important part, and the most popular part of the site, our regular check-in with the kitties. <\/p>\n

Just the other night, a blustery and chill evening with the wind whipping, when it wasn’t howling, and the house creaking when it wasn’t popping, we all curled up together on the sofa. When the four of us are in one spot it feels like a life raft scenario. Or, maybe, a dangerous one: the entire brain trust in one spot!<\/p>\n

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At least I know where everyone is, and that everyone is happy, and not locked up or somehow magically slipped outside. These are self-imposed concerns, but they cross my mind a few times a day. And more in these days when there is less going on. <\/p>\n

Like there’s less going on. There is. There is less now, than there will be. And so I looked at our feet and looked and the drowsy cats and enjoyed the moment, and then went back to reading the news. <\/p>\n

Poseidon had a nice afternoon in the sun. I wonder if they perceive the differences of time. Or is it too subtle. Maybe one day from the next is far too little, but do they get a sense of “These naps are longer than the ones I enjoyed several naps ago?” They say time is a construct, but shadows disagree, and so would a sunbathing cat, I would think. <\/p>\n

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Phoebe climbed up on my shoulder, which is something her brother normally does, and decided to take a nap there. Forgive the poor composition, but I was hunched over for critter comforts and balance, and trying to get both a book shelf and ceiling fan out of the background. <\/p>\n

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So the kitties are doing just fine, thanks for asking. They would like, however, some more cuddles. They’re routines are bafflingly precise, which is why I wonder about cats and the passing of time. And, if you’re good, you can do a lot in the seven minutes between their needy demands. <\/p>\n

I am not that good. <\/p>\n

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Today I was asked to be in a meeting, tomorrow, about yesterday’s meeting. And another meeting next week. I demurred on the latter, and think I can miss the former. In lieu of that meeting I wrote a three-page document that detailed all of the things that I would have said, which were only slightly more specific than what I said yesterday. <\/p>\n

I’m sure I’ll send it on tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll blow it up and re-write it beforehand. <\/p>\n

Today I also cinched and locked one syllabus. Which is great! Class starts next week! I’m close to the other. <\/p>\n

I get to a place where some part of me says, “Ya know, you’re just tinkering with this for the sake of it.” And then I spend another hour or so on it, and call it done. It isn’t the best writing process, but I fall into it sometimes. <\/p>\n

This process does have one added benefit, that when I apply it to regular writing, as opposed to sectioned and portioned off things like a syllabus, I can look back on the product and say, confidently, “Yep, I edited that to within an inch of its life.”<\/p>\n

And then I send off the edited-and-barely-still-standing document. And then I notice the typos. <\/p>\n

I also built my two first slide decks of the new semester today. I’m wondering if I should do more. <\/p>\n

I should do more. <\/p>\n

Update:<\/strong> I would not do more. I came back by the office later, and noticed I’d left my light on, which has become code for Go back in there and do some work.<\/em> But I don’t always. <\/p>\n

But I should. I like the work and all. <\/p>\n

And that part is best of all, because there will be more of it tomorrow. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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