Crow’s Feet
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Crow’s Feet

I Have Pets

They just don’t live in my house

Photo taken by the author through the kitchen screen. The crow with the open mouth has a gullet full of peanuts.

When I was a child we had seven cats, a birdcage with budgies, and two fish tanks; one salt water and one fresh water. Our house was small, only about 900 square feet with an unfinished basement. I was constantly stepping around cats and hearing sounds of birds scraping and fish tanks burbling.

It was less than a year after moving out that I got my first cat. He was an old alley cat…



“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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Robin James

When I’m not writing my novel I’m writing rants and whatnot. Figured I might as well post them here.