I live with a career felon feline. Don’t let the cuteness fool you. This is the most unrepentant criminal you will ever meet. Was Michael Jackson singing about a cat all those years ago? I don’t know, but he could have been. (Just checked the lyrics, and hell to the no.) (Totally didn’t take a […]
I’ve been furloughed for a week now, and I’m doing okay. I’m cognizant of how very lucky I am–I’m furloughed, not laid off or let go. I qualify for unemployment, and I have a computer and internet to get that ball rolling (now if they could toss that ball back to me, with money…) I
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Some people would write a beautiful eulogy, but I really can’t. This is Menace. He’s lived with me for nearly twelve years, since my husband Chris mysteriously “found” him and his brother wandering outside our apartment at about six weeks old. My husband died ten years ago. Today Menace went to live with Chris. Those of
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Once upon a time, I bought a writing desk at Walmart. I assembled it all myself. I didn’t let my husband even help, not that he wanted to. No power tools either–didn’t even have an electric screwdriver.† I bought the desk after I ordered my first Dell, and put it together before my computer arrived.
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So! Surgery! Fun stuff, yeah? Bleh. But hopefully worth it. It’s behind me now, though, yay! I’m finally getting to where I don’t spend a good portion of my day in bed. I couldn’t be happier. My cats are also ecstatic. And I’ll tell you, I’ll be happy for some peace. It’s been quite a
Cats and Sunbeams: an OTP for the Ages Read More »
So I was putting clothes away a while ago, since I tend to pile them around my room when I’m in a hurry/feeling lazy. Maybe twenty minutes later, I hear my cat playing with the closet door as he likes to do, but maybe a little more fervent about it. I look over, and Ravenclaw
Today I had the brilliant idea that I needed a new picture for the interwebs. The one I’ve been using, while I like it, is over two years old. So I got my camera. I’m no model, though. I thought about what would make the picture better/prettier/more interesting, and my cat jumped on my desk.