the parabola of a cat's life. i only notice, after penny is gone, the word hope on the top issue of parabola magazine penny yesterday was rubbing her face against and standing on. i think about how i notice things, after the ending of our cat time. i have a vague sense of words without definition. if a word pauses me i look it up. a word comes to mean various individual things through living. maybe the word pauses in death. the parabola of a life complete. and after the ending we still go on.