Sitting here in the hovel (aka dumpster, cave), contemplating the move to the real house and all the packing that must be done, and then I run across this:
I think I need a bigger carrier. Our catz are four times bigger than these kittehs.
March 11, 2008
January 28, 2008
Bad News
I had to take Opal the Siamese to the Vet. She has probably a week or so to live.
I am fucking crushed. She’s been my friend for so many years… went through the Exile with nary a gripe (Not true… Siamese always gripe).
The next few weeks for her are going to be about the best of the best, and if I can make my magic work, even better. She’s a;most 21 years old. She has seen me through the best and the worst. She’s my budzo.
Please send good thoughts… I need a circle of power… I don’t want to lose my little girl. I want her to be able to live in her home, the flooded one, for one more time. I want to see her sunning in the courtyard.
BTW- Tomorrow makes 29 months since the Federal Flood of our home and those of so many others. May the Goddess damn any and all of the shits that have prevented all of us from returning home these many months.
May 26, 2007
Oh Poop! Another Blog w/ Catz!
Okay, I’m generally a curmudgeonly sort, sorta like a crotchety old lady, but I do have my soft spots: Plants, catz, Owls and toys.
Now I start posting about the Catz….
Opal the Siamese, Pikachu & Chelsea
I still need pics of Le Petite Button, Spikette, Dennis (the Kitchen God). Mascara and Mr. Spunk need better shots too.
As you might be able to divine, I’m not used to playing with Flicker. Guess this is a new thing to learn, ‘eh?