Day 360: Meow
28 Dec
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HAPPY MONDAY, EVERYONE
22 Jun
ATTACK CAT! from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo.
Crossposted at The Memphis Blog (which you should be reading religiously).
Day 143: Catsitting
24 May
Django secretly loves me (he would never admit it in mixed company) and Geisha still looks at me with the eyes of a crackhead.
Day 131: Special Delivery
12 May
Sophie (Jack and Sally’s mom) had a litter back in March and they’ve been living in the basement at my parents’ house. My dad can only handle so many animals in the house at one time, and four kittens on top of two cats and three dogs is four kittens too many. (Maybe they will finally get Sophie spayed now. Although, if I were a betting man, I’d bet that he will be completely attached to the kittens before it’s said and done. And I would also bet that Sophie is probably already pregnant again. Kitty abortion time! Bob Barker would be okay with that, and Bob Barker should be everyone’s moral compass.) So I put out the call and have gotten bites on three of the four. The silver tabby was the first to go, and Jen has got her hands full, I think.
I’m curious to see if this cat will be like the others from its blood line and be completely unwilling to drink out of a water bowl and demand the running tap.
Day 361 — Instincts
29 Dec
[for Thursday, Dec. 27]
For the record, this is NOT one of my cats. (My cats can’t kill anything except my patience. And silence, sweet silence.) This viciously cute little fluffball is a younger sibling to my cats, still residing with my parents. This is either Johnna, Paula, or Georgie (not sure, I can’t tell them apart, and besides, one of them has been renamed “Connie” because, according to my mother, she has a contemplative look about her), who was tossing this poor dead cardinal around with reckless abandon when I came home from the mechanic’s on Thursday morning.
Oh, speaking of mechanics. The car ended up needing a new spark plug and ignition coil. $83 for parts and labor. Not too shabby. She runs like a beaut now. Except for the loud-ass window-tape flapping that grows worse and worse as my ghetto window falls into the crack atop the door.
So I guess that’s next on my list.
