lillian morton

Northern Seattle until me or my partner decide it’s time to go somewhere else, preferably further from a major city and closer to dark spots for galaxy & planet gazing

I do have an MFA (for poetry). Here’s my thesis about Sylvia Plath’s 23 Fitzroy Road poems

His name is Troy. He was probably born somewhere in Kent, Washington around early October 2022. Troy lived with a nice family for most of his life, until their newborn caught severe cat allergies

My partner & I have a theory there must’ve been some kind of accident involving a garbage truck that took off a few inches of Troy’s tail, probably during his trash-digging career

Troy possesses zero desire to leave our apartment, or even explore the building, and uses his scarred stump as a club, which he thumps against floors, people, and other objects

Troy lived at a cat cafe (the Seattle Meowtropolitan) for four months in 2025 (April to July) before we adopted him. Here’s me, Kobe, and Troy altogether the day we took him home

Maybe saving enough $$ to buy a telescope for the aforementioned planet gazing