Big Yellow Taxi

I haven’t mentioned the cat herd in a while, except the downstairs foster (who is still looking for a home). I took a bunch of pictures the past few days, some of which came out nicely. A brief look at Who’s Who in the Salamander Pride: CATROY WAS HERE. The Little Black Shit likes hanging…

The window butt-sling I purchased for O’Beast has become popular with Kitten as well. I haven’t yet caught Catitude up there (at least, not of her own volition, though The Socialist has tried dumping her up there once or twice just to see what would happen). The fabric of the hammock has become very worn,…

Yeah, I’m still here. I mostly just lurk at the moment – making the circle to my usual diary haunts without leaving much in the way of comments. For anyone who’s wondering, sorry about the stealth mode, but my brain seems to be short-circuiting when I try to go into response mode. I really do…

Tomorrow marks eight weeks that I’ve worked at The Pharmacy. I’m through the initial “I’m never going to keep this all straight in my head” phase, although there’s still a helluvalot more that I don’t know than what I do know. They’ve hired a third part-time tech for “flu shot season,” which started a few…

OK, Candle’s was the fourth or fifth Diary I saw this in. I finally broke down and took The Hartman Personality Profile (a.k.a. The Color Code). I held out for longer than is usually my wont, though. It would appear I’m a blue, with a weak secondary color of white. The Blue Personality Blues Are…

That “beautiful cat” was Lyta (Lee-ta) Alexander. I adopted her back in 2004. She was brought to the rescue I was volunteering for then at about one-year of age and very pregnant. One of the other volunteers fostered her until the kittens were ready for adoption. They named her Faline, after Bambi’s girlfriend, and her…