As soon as Friday the 13th rolled around, my black cat knew it was his day to shine. And by “shine”, I mean “basically lurk in the shadows like he always does.”
He’s pretty good at that.
Black cats are pretty good luck. Even the ones fat enough to take up a lot of real estate on your desk.
You have no idea how much a nice warm day – and by “warm” I mean “65 degrees with a pretty good wind so we’re probably talking about 62 tops” – is welcome after several weeks of near-constant snow and ice. Since the beginning of the year one could be excused for thinking we’ve gone through more icing than a cake shop. Anyway, the cumulative effect of a relatively nice warm day was… happy faces.
Seven years ago, this klutzy kitten wandered into the yard, and to the amazement of all involved, Xena didn’t chase him away.
Later that day, completely unrelated to the arrival of the cat, terrible things happened. We had a vacancy. Obi braved the skeptical black cat and stepped into the breach. Read More
Every year our Christmas tree is covered with clear, shining evidence that everyone in this house marches to a different drummer, assuming that they don’t have an entirely different band playing in their heads. These are just a few examples…
Obi now holds the family record: he killed two mice in the house last night.
In somewhat more disturbing news, we had two mice in the house last night.
Just a reminder, it’s Friday the 13th. Here’s the black cat who crosses my path every day. Nothing but good luck. And good Puck.
Just a few more winter storm pictures! I promise!
Okay, not really 3-D. It was snowing again today for quite a while, somewhat putting an end to the question “Is it getting warm enough to melt this stuff off?” The answer is simply “No… no, it is not.”