My cat has his head cuddled into my toes and his paw hooked over my foot. We’re holding paws, sort of.
Because details matter
OK, what deity do I need to sacrifice what kind of animal to, to bring on spring and warm weather?
Asking for a friend.
Hum a happy song with your Happy Meal…
I think I’m gong to start doing this at home before I start doing it in restaurants.
Not the San Francisco treat
I talked with my cats, and they assure me that Mice-A-Roni is absolutely a thing, and they want me to buy them some.
Purple felt-tip pen
Somewhere in my house is the other half of a purple felt-tip pen. Nothing as simple as I have the cap and not the body, or vice versa. No, this one was broken in half. I am looking for a suspect with purple teeth or purple paws. He should be considered armed and colorful.
I know exactly where to find the other half of my broken purple felt-tip pen, if I think about it a little bit. Where would be the worst possible place to have a massive purple stain? Start looking there.
Sea Wolf
Sea wolf.
Sea wolf swim.
Swim, wolf, swim.
Photo of B.C. sea wolf honoured by National Geographic
A large pile of cat
Three of my five cats agree that this is a good day to huddle up together in a large pile of cat.
The definition of cleaning
Sometimes my definition of cleaning is restoring a scattered pile of stuff back to being an orderly pile, so the cats can knock it over again when I’m not looking.
A warm November night
A warm November night
and the dog and I
sit on the lawn
and watch the stars
beyond the clouds
Ice cream truck, late October
I hear the distant music of an ice cream truck…
Picture is of my dog on a similar day a few years ago wondering why the ice cream truck was not stopping for him.
They probably noticed he didn’t have his wallet.