Just like so many of my animals, Merlin just showed up on my porch and never left. I don’t know where he came from. I don’t know who his mother was. I just know that a new cat started hanging out in my neighborhood and then adopted my porch as his own. Eventually, he came inside and never left.
I rarely name animals for their physical characteristics, but Merlin was an exception. A woman I was dating at the time pointed out that the white fur around his nose and neck made him look like an older man with a white beard and mustache — very much like the wizard of ancient myths. So he became Merlin because of the wizard who I figure is the most famous of all time. It’s been a good name for him.
Merlin is a very calm and good-natured cat, but there’s a small part of him that had trouble learning to enjoy being inside where he’s safe. Yes, Merlin still wanted to chase birds and squirrels. He can sometimes sit in an open window for hours, intently peering at every movement of other animals in the trees just outside my office windows.
For a long time, I didn’t worry too much about this, but Merlin eventually decided to make a jailbreak.

We have a hunger for love just as strong as the need for food, water
Cult’s targeting of family funeral points to folly of speaking for God
Every addiction is heart’s effort to fill inner hole that requires love
Sharing ridiculous things we enjoy is a special part of love
We’re celebrating Lucy’s second ‘adoptiversary’ in our furry home
Coming economic hardship may help me understand Aunt Bessie
‘We’re live with people standing in line. Did we mention we’re live?’
Lesson from U2: Rejection doesn’t necessarily mean it’s time to give up