Lucky Puck
Happy Friday the 13th from me and Puck.
Happy Friday the 13th from me and Puck.
A visit to the vet with more than one patient is never fun. Or cheap.
Obi has a bucket.
Due to all the VWORPing going on around here, the time-space coordinates of the contents of the white bucket have been distorted a bit. But trust me when I say that some of the rarest goodies at OVGE will be found here. … Read more
Little E and I went to eat at the park again the other day, and as usual, the regulars were hanging out, waiting for us. In case maybe we wanted to share our lunch.
They tell me my invite was lost in the mail. Not buyin’ that story.… Read more
My desk is a little cluttered. Nail clippers? Check. Ye Holy Packers mug? Check. Advil? Check. USB-to-whatever adapters? Check. TARDIS console and knocked over Cyberman? Check. Cat with a buzz cut?
Check. Good night, little fat feral cat. Don’t drink my mug full of watered-down pomegranate lemonade, please. It won’t help with the fat part. Trust me, I know of what I speak.… Read more
How do you solve a problem like Maria? Well, when the poor kitty gets so tubby that she can no longer effectively clean herself, and a killer summer is just around the corner, you get her a buzz cut.
She’s having a really hard time getting over the anesthetic – she’s reverted to being feral, more or less. Seems like she should be out from under the drugs by now, but she’s still not herself. I don’t know if she partook of the kitty equivalent of the brown acid, or if it’s just wounded pride at this point. She’s very sleek and soft, on those rare occasions when she’ll allow herself to be petted. Right now, the only one she’s allowing to have any contact with her is me. No other kitties and no other humans. I’m a little worried about her.
I’d planned to make this a whole week of posts about various creative endeavours I’ve been involved in, but this very strange bout of kitty behavior has thrown a bit of a spanner in the works. Sorry for the lame post today; we’ll try to resume normal programming tomorrow. In the meantime, I can offer up my TV production history section or my packaging design portfolio as consolation prizes.… Read more
It all started with a paw batting a cat from below. Then another paw batting that cat from above. Sister fighting sister. Thus did the catgirl wars of 2012 commence.
No lives were lost, but fur was. The lesson: don’t screw with Olivia when she’s sitting on a piece of furniture that she’s already not supposed to be sitting on, looking regal. Never mind that she has no claws. She will own your ass.
Also: which way is up? Are these M.C. Escher’s cats?… Read more