Music and Cats

As Paul and I are wont to say about much of the flora in our yard, it just grew there - “there,” in this case, being a narrow bit of sandy soil adjacent to our back steps. Had I grown up in this part of the world, I might not be so surprised by the […]

No, Sasha Bear, that’s my coffee!
Since the cat drank my coffee (how’s that for an excuse?), I am unable to write witty little comments about the Friday Ark and the Carnival of the Cats (at Mind of Mog on Sunday). At eatstuff, you’ll find tasty treats to go with your coffee-stealers cats.

Well past noon, I leave the office to grab lunch down in the market. Ten minutes tops, I figure, to walk to Mee Sum Pastry, buy a steamed pork humbow, and get back to my desk. At the corner of 1st and Pine, I pass a woman carrying an armful of paper-wrapped pale pink blooms. […]

Lyra has heard that pretty human girls wear ribbons in their hair. Why shouldn’t she? Her efforts are in vain, and some of her soft silver fur is lost in the attempt. Where are those opposable thumbs when you need them?
Will there be anyone with opposable thumbs on the Friday Ark? Gigolokitty (a.k.a. Giggy […]

Paul had gone out to take the trash to the curb, and I’d begun turning off lights in preparation for going upstairs for the night. I heard a loud, unintelligible exclamation from outside. I rushed to the back door; Paul was just starting up the back steps. “A snake,” he exclaimed, “there’s a snake by […]