It’s Superb Owl Sunday (the NFL can bite me because I am not using their trademarked term). We don’t have a pet Owl, but we have a ridiculously cute pet Oscar!
Kitty Porn seems to be a universal truth in our house. That didn’t take long.
Oscar has begun to show us his personality. He also doesn’t respect boundaries.
Oscar has begun to exert his iron paw over his new domain. Pics within.
Pictures from Oscar’s 2nd day with us.
It’s now 2019 and The Citadel is long gone, but its spirit lives on here. We have a new fuzzy kitten. We have excellent digital cameras. We have a website. Prepare to be bombarded with the return of the Kitten Pic of the Day.
Yeah, I’ve been gone for a while. Work had sucked my will to live and to sit in front of a computer for one second more than necessary, but we’ve addressed that situation. Now I have a new job that allows me to work from the patio while admiring my garden most days, so I’ll probably have more cranial impetus left for updates like this one. More verbings! Yay!
This is a sad post. It may not affect you as much as me, of course, but nonetheless, be warned, this is not a post with a happy subject or ending.
Just writing the title caused me to break down for a good ten minutes.
Long Ago, and Far Away
In the forested hills of Northern California, there lived a cat who had a litter of kittens. I never knew her. Her kittens, or one of them at least, ended up at the humane society in Humboldt County. A lonely 22 year old student, overworked and struggling, decided he needed a friend and had the funds necessary to adopt a cat.
I’d always had a cat as part of my life since I was born. When I turned 17 and moved off to college, for the first time, there were no pets in my daily routine. The cats my family had when I was home had all died off. It was time to get a cat of my own.
So, I am not a poet. Really. Not. But my mind wandered this afternoon while waiting for a client to complete a project, and Tai was yowling at me for an early dinner, and then this happened.Ode to The TaiThe Siamese across my knees is not a fan of patience.His stomach growls, and so he […]
We walked in the door yesterday, returning from a week-long trip out of town, to find my beloved Wolfie laying peacefully on the living room carpet. He died while we were gone, most likely from a stroke. From what we could discern, it had been instantaneous. He seemed to be in mid-stride going into another […]