Category Archives: cats
cleaning out the cobwebs (it’s so nasty!)
About a year or so ago I noticed that a lot of pictures from some of my older posts were no longer displaying linked pictures. These images were hosted on my Flickr photo site, which has become a bit of a dinosaur. Unfortunately, at the time I could not see an easy fix, so I […]
remember, remember, the 32nd of april
Imagine my surprise when I accidentally opened my present early.
watership down
Crunchy, the outdoor cat, shows up this morning clutching a live rabbit in his mouth. He sets it right by the back door and looks up at us. This is the latest of many animals Crunchy has fetched for us. The kids have been both fascinated and grossed out by Crunchy’s recent dining selections. At […]
in memory of Harrison
Grieve Not, Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh, and talk of me As if I were beside you… I loved you so…. ‘Twas Heaven here with you. —Isla Paschal Richardson Surely you’re enjoying the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.
watson’s big adventure
I wiggle my feet a lot. It’s just a little habit I have. I rarely even notice when I’m doing it. It’s also genetic, apparently. One afternoon at a family get-together my half-first cousin, once removed, (yeah) noticed this and exclaimed, “Ooh, look! You’ve got the Brasher Feet, too!” The other component of Brasher Feet […]
sam says i can only have two more birthdays because he doesn’t want me to be dead
So I will be eating all the cake.
the tree(s), 2014
We have emerged from the Death Virus to finally present The Tree, plus one. The smaller tree is Lydia’s responsibility. Total lights on the tree: 2,550 Times the cat has eaten the tree and barfed: 0! Times other people in the family have barfed: 16 Times I’ve almost skinned the cat for trying to climb […]
release the kraken
As far as cats go, Watson has been the epitome of normal. He usually is running around like a bat out of hell, hunting his little spring toys, pieces of paper, or the kids’ ankles. There has been no crazy barfing, no eating of afghans, no missing of the litter box. The oddest thing I […]