My cat hunts mice: she plays with them,
Then tears them into pieces
And leaves them lying 'round where I can
Step on bits of meeces.

* But not very. This used to happen in the house, before I moved to the apartment. However, see Oh hell, mouse.

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In cleaning scratch notes off my phone, I found this from August 8, under the title "Dans le parc" (French, "In the park"):

On y a trouvé après quelques heures, dormant avec sourire et sans gênes.

Kelkajn horojn poste oni trovis lin tie, dormanta, kun rideto kaj sen ĝenoj.

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Ista was throwing up more often than usual, so I took her to the vet hospital (not to be confused with the VA hospital a few blocks east). She was probably overdue for a checkup, but she was way more refractory than she's ever been before at Dr. Pokey, as Rene called the generic veterinarian when talking to Ista ( Read more... )

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Today is the seventh day of Elul, the month of the Hebrew calendar leading up to the High Holy Days: Rosh HaShanah (The New Year), Yom Kippur (The Day of Atonement), and the days between, a total of ten. We Jews (should) spend this month in spiritual preparation. For ten years now this organization has been emailing a meditation each day of Elul ( Read more... )

I started hearing a slow dripping. Traced it to the air conditioner. Radiator vanes were frozen up for the bottom couple inches ( Read more... )

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Eight years ago Ista (pic) disgraced us with her arrival.

Ista
© thnidu 2007

I sat one winter afternoon
reading in my living room
when from outdoors I heard a sound
that made me quickly look around.

“’Tis a cat,” I loudly cried,
“standing in the snow outside!
To let it freeze would be a sin;
daughter, go and fetch it in.”

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... to my apartment,
Meow, me-OW!
'Tis the kittycat, and she is
glad to see the Man, but
once again frustrated
that she cannot (for he is careful)
get out of the apartment.

No, kittycat,
you must not leave.
For if you got out
onto the street, you would be
cold and wet
and hungry and unhappy
and LOST,
and the Man would be so very
unhappy and lost
without
you.

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