Woke up this morning to find one of the cats huddled at the bottom of the stairs. Now that's a long drop for a cat--at least twenty steps--and an even longer one for a cat that's about nineteen years old and crippled with athritis. So you can bet I damn near flew down those stairs, and almost knocked myself out on the front door ( Read more... )

Today's turning out to be one of those days. Fortunately, I am British and have mastered the Stiff Upper Lip--which means I have completely quenched my rising desire to go out and hit something repeatedly with a shovel. You bet.

Comedy of Errors: The Literary Moment

I picked up a book recently. That really shouldn't be a big deal, but I can't ( Read more... )

Today I turned three cats upside down and trimmed sixty unwilling claws. I believe I deserve a medal.

Also bandaids.