Life with cats, and other things…
This was my first view of the day this morning. Probably, I should have gone back to bed. Not because I don't love snow Even though it was a surprise My not-so-smartphone was still insisting that Cambridge was a balmy 65F and sunny. It would have been a fine Saturday. If not for the recently … Continue reading Chasing my blog
It's temporary, I am assured, but for the next month, while my cataract-free eyes adjust to their new "normal", I am obliged to see the world in double, or to go around with one eye closed. It's a little distracting. For reading, I can manage with a pair of drugstore glasses. At the computer, it's … Continue reading Visually impared
The above sky was actually Sunday. Today's was not as benign. Which pretty well matched my mood, the post-oxy blues. The smallest thing will make me weep. Opening my email, I learned that Charlie the Daily Coyote has died. Not a surprise. He was old and we'd been told he wasn't doing so well. There … Continue reading Blue morning
What I would like to do to cyber-criminals would me make seem like a crazed savage. When I was done torturing them, they would keel over dead. Victims. I was thinking of writing about victims. There are so many kinds. At one time or another, everyone is a victim of something. Here's the list I … Continue reading Cyber criminals
A loud noise, just after lunch, sent Blackie spiraling. Visions of another stunned turkey came to mind. But it was just this crystal orb. It had suddenly flown off the window ledge And bounced across the floor. Who knows why? Rising at "crack of sparrow" for an appointment didn't do much for my sleep deprivation. … Continue reading Disenchanted
For far too short a time, in 2008, Georgy came to live with me and my motley gang. His story popped up on Facebook. A caring person had noticed him in her street. Neglected and being teased by children. His long hair had not been groomed for so long, he could barely walk He was … Continue reading Georgy
Queen of her own destiny. Lily. Queen of the Himalayas. Lucy. The Boss (By deferral. Lily is senior) Queen of the High Himalayas. Sikkim. (Subtle difference!) Queen of Cuddles. Blackie. Queen of my heart. Willow. Of the eleven cats that live with me, just five are technically mine, and that is something that could be … Continue reading My Queens and King
This morning I fell out of bed again, only this time I took care to put on some footwear, which was just as well as there was a good layer of frost overlaying every outside surface... ...interested, as always, in sunrise. This wasn't my major concern, though. We've not seen Mrs Plod for 4 days … Continue reading Frosty morning
Another short book list. I should say that most animal books make me cry, not only these. But these required several hankies and when I checked the specific pages, it required the reading of just a few words to bring it all back. Some will call it an emotional weakness. Maybe it is, but it's … Continue reading Books that make me cry
Tinks, Sikkim and Sasha watching Grant walk Toby…jealousy! Opening one eye, I saw a red reflection against a wall. Suddenly, I leapt out of bed and grabbed my camera. Before I could stop myself I was outside in my bare feet. Apparently not a good idea. Feeling the wet cold grass with my toes, I … Continue reading Getting needled
