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Sometimes life just gets busy, and blogs go by the wayside. I realize almost nobody reads here anymore, on account of my sorriness at updating, but I ALSO realized I left a story unfinished. I wanna tie up loose ends, pun TOTALLY intended. (more…)

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Sometime in late June a cat showed up in my kitchen, a bag of bones full to bursting with kittens. She ate and disappeared for a couple of weeks, when she showed up again sans baby belly, but still skeletal. She stood at my feet and screamed like she was being skinned, until I managed to hit the right inflection trying to calm her. I meowed, she looked at me, stopped screaming, and tucked her head to be petted. That was the beginning of a saga that is still unfolding, and may well end with my first healthy euthanasia.

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I know it is normal practice for women to let men change the oil in their vehicles, I do, even if it means paying strangers money to do it. I HATE those guys, tho, cuz they always try to sell me stuff I don’t need, and I feel guilty for saying no. A while back I bought the filter and the oil to do it myself, and frankly, never did. The filter sat on my dining room table, mocking me, reminding me that I am more or less a lazy sot. It was a very LOUD filter, that one. On Monday, I decided to shut it up. (more…)

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Saturday evening I looked out my back door. I don’t know why. I so seldom do stupid things like that, but this time something looked back. (more…)

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I have a confession to make. I? Made a mistake.

Yes, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. It’s a fact, tho. I have a habit of running the oppostie direction of public opinion: I can’t count the number of good movies that tanked because the General Public hated them, or the wasted hours watching some stupid event or going to lousy restaurants because “everybody loves it!” That’s the only explanation I have for the proliferation of Olive Gardens around the state. I love their breadsticks and salad, but when they stopped serving their humongo cheesecake and went to teeny little slices, they lost me. (more…)

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I forgot how destructive babies can be. It has been a year since I had kittens this age, and I thought I missed it. Turns out, the best part of the babies is when they’re sleeping. On top is Boggart, under him is Elsa, to the right is Romeo, and the black sweetie is Spock.

Such angelic faces...

Such angelic faces...

Don’t get me wrong! They are adorable and I’m dyin’ uv teh kyoot an’ all, but dannnng, those little claws are sharp. Their brakes are useless most of the time, unless they happen to be stopping on bare skin. Then they work just fine. My circulation seems to be pretty good, too, judging by the heights the blood manages to reach while exiting my punctured arteries. (more…)

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The boyz love to be with me. Click to biggify.

thah boyz

thah boyz

Usually I’m in the empty space, and whoever is in Frankie’s spot is propped or draped on my leg. There may or may not be a girl on the floor at my feet. No wonder I can’t breathe. Ack! But what a wonderful way to suffocate, surrpunded by lurve!

The new header is Vicki, a wild girl who died the week the kittens were born. When Frank was born he was solid white, and I thought that was a little odd (reincarnation much?), but he colored up nicely. Vicki was almost to the point of staying in the room if I moved, but chances are she would have had kittens before I could have caught and tamed her. Her death was good for my wallet and the neighborhood, but horrible just the same.

I went out tonight to check out some cat noises, and saw the most beautiful sky! Washboard clouds moving quickly across an almost-full moon – gorgeous. I tried, but I haven’t played with my camera enough to get good night shots yet. This is the best I could do. Again, click=biggified.

man around the moon

man around the moon

Finally, at the risk of finally outing my ugly self, here’s my new friend and her name-tagged counterpart at a meeting yesterday. I hate having my pic taken, but this is… well, they were fast, is all. She’s the one with a collarbone. And a neck. Heh.

two very dangerous characters

two very dangerous characters

I got all the way to the meeting site and realized I was wearing my very comfy fuzzy tan shoes. That wouldn’t have been a problem except for the black pants and socks, so i took ’em off when we got inside and went sock-footed. My pal here took hers off, too, and kept me in casual company for the duration.

OK, that’s my day. Well, not all of it, but the interesting part.

Later!

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