fickle cats…

When I moved in with HotScienceGuy, I brought two cats: grumpy old man Edison and energetic little kitten Vin (a story I must tell here soon). HSG has his own cats, so our feline household grew to a number which is manageable, but still a wee bit more than I’m used to dealing with. The … More fickle cats…

get some rest. if you haven’t got your health, then you haven’t got anything.

Y’all may have noticed that my site was down for about a week. I’m sorry about that. My yearly hosting came due right when I was trying to pay for vet bills and, well, the site lost out for a little bit. But I’m paid up now, so there should be no blackouts. For at … More get some rest. if you haven’t got your health, then you haven’t got anything.

photo rebellion…

I don’t subscribe to no “Cat Picture Friday” or “Tasty Tuesday” or “Flower Pr0n Monday.” Why? ‘Cause I’m a rebel, baby. I don’t let no day dictate what I can post and when. Calendars can’t hold me down, you know it’s true. So I’ve decided I’m just gonna post whatever photos I damned well feel … More photo rebellion…

keeping me on my toes…

Last week I was looking forward to a short week. Since I had Wednesday off for Independence Day and Friday off due to my lovely 9/80 schedule (every other Friday off), I decided to take Thursday off and make it a five day weekend. Yea!

I didn’t know until Monday night that it would be a six day weekend. And it wasn’t something to go all “Yea!” about.

When I got home from work on Monday, I made myself some dinner and ate it while watching Scrubs on Comedy Central. My roommate IrishWriter was off to some political meeting – either Democratic Party business or Richardson campaign business, I’m not sure.

After eating dinner I realized I hadn’t seen all of the cats, so I did a quick headcount. BJ? Present. Edison? Present and yowling for attention. Matisse? Matisse? Nope, nowhere around.

Now that was odd. He’s big on greeting IrishWriter and me when we enter the apartment. He loves humans and doesn’t mind letting them know. And if you sit down on the sofa, you had better believe that he will sit himself down as close to you as possible, whether it’s on your lap or arm or behind your head.

So I went searching. Ever since Noel died last summer, I’ve been a bit paranoid about making sure the cats are around and alive. So I looked under everything and eventually found him under my desk. I called to him (Matisse knows his name and comes when called), but he wouldn’t come out. He lifted his head to look at me and it seemed that his head was bobbing a little in a way I’d never seen it bobble in the ten years I’ve had him. Then he put his head down in a distinctly non-thrilled way.

This was not a healthy cat. … More keeping me on my toes…

adios, 2006…

…it was nice knowing you. And I mean that sincerely. 2006 marked an interesting time, I have to say. For the first time in a long time, the good outweighed the bad by such a huge margin that I almost can’t remember the bad. It started out on a somber note, even though I was … More adios, 2006…

adios, 2006…

…it was nice knowing you. And I mean that sincerely. 2006 marked an interesting time, I have to say. For the first time in a long time, the good outweighed the bad by such a huge margin that I almost can’t remember the bad. It started out on a somber note, even though I was … More adios, 2006…