My good friend with the kitty powers called me after work to tell me she had to put her 21 year old cat, Doogie, to sleep.  He broke his hip jumping down from something and was already too weak (he'd been losing weight for about a month before this) to survive any kind of surgery to repair it.  She stayed with him (and her mom stayed with her) ( Read more... )

I think most of my friends, on line and off, have a pretty good idea about my hard to label tastes in fiction and my lack of taste in music (unless "ooh, I like that" counts as some kind of taste) and I'm not quite sure what a food has to do to be popular.  Still, I find the question interesting enough to poke at.  Are there things I don't like ( Read more... )

Okay, so it's my fault.  I still haven't read the book When I Say No, I Feel Guilty enough times to keep my off-line friends from pressuring me into things.  I fall into that age old trap of feeling like I have to have reasons for saying no to things and the next thing I know, I've wussily agreed to something I don't want to do.  Ugh.

Of course, the ( Read more... )