Four-cat pile-up

It’s been raining for two days, and will rain for two more, if the forecast is even remotely right. My baby curled up and went straight to sleep, and I realized that the sight of my kids sleeping triggers an instinct in me…

…you thought I was going to say “to stand guard and watch over them”, right? Aw hell no. It’s an instinct to nap at the same time. While I can. It’s something that kind of overwrites your DNA when you stay home with an infant: either nap while you have the chance, or get something done somewhere in the house.

And with the rain beating down 24/7, let me tell you, that switch gets flipped solidly to “nap”. Surrounded by cats.

Four-cat pile-up

Enjoy, then, this fine view of Obi’s junk.

Happy rescue day, Puck!

Today is Puck’s rescue day, but only by virtue of there not being a term for “little wandering kitten who strays into a clearly inhabited man-made structure for of TV station stuff and goes to sit on the first sucker for cats he finds”, and a holiday to go with it. Puck didn’t really get adopted, he adopted me.


And I’m totally okay with that. He was the best “perk” I got from my last few years in TV. And he still is, every time he curls up next to my year-old baby and leaves himself wide open to being petted, patted, and grabbed. He has the patience of three saints. And he’s so fluffy.

Count Puckula

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.

“Go with what ya got”, part one

My dad used to have a saying: “Go with what ya got.” Make do with what you already have and be grateful that you already have it, in other words – or at least I think that’s what he was saying. (Knowing my dad, this may have been a downmarket version of “love the one you’re with.”) I’ve always taken it to mean “make do and be grateful” though.

Anyway, the Mrs. informed me that we needed to put some sort of cover on the living room sofa, maybe a sheet or something like that, because Little E has been losing things in between the couch cushions at a pace that we can barely keep up with. He’ll also occasionally have a snack there while watching cartoons and get crumbs all over the place. “We need something on the couch,” she said. “I don’t have a slipcover, so just use whatever we have,” she said.

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