The blind kitty was visibly overjoyed when I opened the window and birdies tweeted sweetly.
That Can Ever Replace That
Category Archives: our furry overlords
A Bit Of What Is All Around You
Drusy and Topaz inspect today’s shipment of art supplies, by which I mean yarn from a nice person in Casper, Wyoming for the cat blanket project. If you open the door, someone else’s generosity can barge in and blow your mind.
Like You’re Lots Of Fun Open
On this snowy afternoon, Pirate Wednesday temporarily eschewed swashbuckling for snoring in a cozy cave next to Pete’s parents’ coffee table books.
Is Your Own Imagination
Pirate Wednesday, author of such remarks as, “Arrrrr!”, would like Drusy, Queen of Our House to am-scray. Countdown to cat fight in 3, 2, 1 –
After a tumultuous, frustrating and frightening three months of trying to do someone else’s job, I have finally calmed down enough to begin studying Italian again. In related news: my lips are numb.
Also: this is supercool.
Mando Footloose chainless folding bike. I love it more than chocolate.
Nine Lives Cat’s Eyes
Pirate Wednesday cuddled up to Sweetpea in a way that could also be construed as ignoring her big sister. We have houseguests and today is Panky’s 6th birthday. Even my hair is sticky!
Whatever Flag They Offer
Tiny Drusy’s favorite part of the holiday season: the Dance of the Crunchy Paper.
You Know That I’m In A Trance
The adopt-a-family project at work wrapped up today in a flurry of inventories and gift cards. To celebrate, Pete brought home a bouquet of bucatini, which is of course Drusy-approved.
There Is Dust On My Guitar
Drusy and her girlfriends.
Girl Has Lost Her Way
Kitten says you smell like trouble!
My son-in-law Mr. Sasha is back from Afghanistan. When Miss Sasha picked up Mr. Sasha at the airport this afternoon, my entire family was able to exhale for the first time in six months. For me, it was like hyperventilating in reverse. Now I can get on with other things like packing on a few pounds and taunting dumb people on the internet, though now that I think about it that could just be a Tuesday.
As If I Was Just Another One
But soft, what light on yonder window breaks? It is the east and Sweetpea is the sun.
Poor Impulse Control 