“Jump,” by Jennifer Pieroni

 Here I am at the age of four training a kitten.

If I could, I’d invite five kittens like this in today, just to watch what they do. I can’t. It’s unfortunate that in my late thirties, I’m suddenly allergic and also the responsibility of the litter box is a constant back and forth between my husband me, neither one of us eager to own the job of cleaning it. So we have just one cat.

 I have never thought about the earliest circumstances that led me to understand how little control I have of others. My current opinion is: I have none. It’s like if I could have all of the kittens in the world, I wouldn’t condescend to them. I wouldn’t expect them to oblige me, not in any way, because I know they probably won’t. I know they might not ever. Continue reading →