I am in here.
Eddie, the wonderful orange and white cat, has cancer. He started on chemo yesterday, which may help him to last as long as six months. I’m assured that chemo won’t be debilitating for him, and he may even be in the 30% of cats whose tumors shrink. He has shaved patches on his arms, for … Continue reading Eddie the Cat.
Meryl Yourish, whom I read extraordinarily regularly, hath mentioned me on her blog today, and linked to me, and I am overwhelmed with both gratitude and new readers (the, as Crossing the Rubicon says, Yourishlanche)! Thanks, Meryl! And y’all who are new here, just keep the front door shut so the cats don’t get out. … Continue reading Yourishlanche
Sid tells me to write my own stories, not someone else’s. He means not simply anything I can make up in my head, but my own story. The story that is part of me. To which end: my story currently consists of typing a lot in order to avoid helping my husband to medicate the … Continue reading procrastination
One feels an odd nostalgia at the sight of all these dead Symbols of Cuteness.
white pebble 