The Blocks Around Prodigal

Pictures snapped while searching for the Prodigal Roasters…

 

The Local Meow

Cat from home.

The little things that can trigger nostalgia.

From the Belly of the Cat

When Books Actually / Math Paper Press announced the release of this publication, I knew I’d have to get my hands on a copy.

To support the bookstore, to support local writers, to support cats.

And I was rewarded with a collection of amazing short stories, all written by people who have lived, grown up, or graced our humble shores. Including the cats. The lovely, unique, wonderful cats. All individuals in their own right, all placed in our lives for a reason, and all dignity and pride epitomized.

My relationship with cats?

I have not had the (mis)fortune to be owned by a cat (as of now), but I take pleasure in being allowed to serve Her Royal Highness who resides below our block, once in a while. She allows me to stand still while she inspects my feet and sniffs my aura for hints of feeding. Then, having completed her inspection, she’d sit a distance away and start licking her paws, a sign that I may go on home. Sometimes, she rewards me with a belly flop/roll, and internally rolls her eyes while I squeal in delight.

Voice of Dawn

I first heard her voice on a quiet afternoon in Cat Socrates.

Recently, I got to hear her live at the concourse.

As she sang, I teared a few times.

The magic comes from the simplicity of her words, the music, and melody and harmony.

Thanks to her, I am newly inspired, to pursue life and dreams.

And to again wholeheartedly believe in the power of music.

Dawn Fung – Her official website.