My family found my first cat through a want ad, when we were looking for a cat who could help with the mouse problem. That cat was more than successful, and always superior to the family she graciously agreed to share living space with. My second cat was a rescue from the streets of Miami; I'd hit the point where I wanted the cat, and I'd asked ( Read more... )

So my beloved Little One is now fifteen years old. He's still incredibly active - more active than the Grey One, who at 13 has decided that the best way to handle life, really, is to sleep through it, preferably underneath something and far away from people since people are just not something she needs to deal with. The Little One is still ( Read more... )

Understand this, before you read any further: my brother often says very very mean things about the two cats who have been gracious enough to agree to live with us, mere humans. One has even condescended to climb into my lap right now and curl up, watching me type, just to offer his comfort and love. (I myself am certain this has nothing to do ( Read more... )

1. I chat about my least favorite of the Vesper Holly books over at Tor.com ( Read more... )

Quite a bit of drama around these parts this morning. A visit to the vet earlier this week resulted in the determination that the Grey One had to go in for kitty surgery early this morning. My initial plan had been to act Totally Normal and with that Fool Her into taking her usual morning nap and quickly grab her, wrap her in a towel and stuff her ( Read more... )

1. As I mentioned, my mother's birthday was Friday. She likes orchids and, greatly unlike me, can actually keep them alive and make new blooms appear on them (orchids take one look at me, consider the situation, and unanimously agree that death is the better option.) So my brother and I stopped by Lowe's on our way to get her an orchid ( Read more... )

As I may have mentioned, for Christmas the cats very kindly and thoughtfully gave me a three and half story cat tower, with scratching posts, for me to put together for them. (The "half" is a little half tunnel thing between the top and second stories that in the optimistic view of the designers can be used as a resting place for a small cat and a ( Read more... )

For those of you waiting impatiently for Les Miserables next week, the Little One would like to offer up his latest poem, which he feels perfectly captures the spirit and meaning of the original novel ( Read more... )

First, from alert reader
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So I shall help it out:

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