Sometimes the Little Guy Wins

I’m just off the phone with O’Beast’s vet. The results from his bloodwork from last week are in. I really must find another name for the O’Beast. He’s no longer the 20 pound blimpoid I inherited from my mother. He tests negative for toxoplasmosis. That’s the disease that cats commonly carry that can be a…

We lost power about an hour and a half ago during a rather nasty electrical storm. After about 45 minutes worth of waiting, I was starting to think about where I could go to keep myself amused when it occurred to me that my poor foster cat was down in her room in the cellar…

I’ve been hanging out around the wrong people. I do not dream. I haven’t remembered dreams since I was a kid, with very rare exceptions. I’m proud of the fact that I ordinarily drop off to a black unconciousness in which no deep, buried thoughts rise to bother me each night. Last night I dreamed….

“It’s not an age – it’s a speed limit.” – My friend, Dr.Something-Less-Than-Twenty-Cats, after she reached a similar milestone not all that long ago. Had a doctor appointment in the Big Shitty this morning for a post-op check. I passed with flying colors, but they’ve flagged me from driving for another two freaking weeks. We’ll…

There’s a relatively new diarist afoot, and one who has captured my interest. Check out Derna’s Fund Raising Diary Her plans have trapped my attention, my admiration and my jealousy. I’m going to try and do a little fundraising at work for her. Lord knows, the Girl Scout Cookie Mothers, and the Daffodils for Cancer…

Long time, no substantive update. That didn’t used to be the case. When The Salamander was relatively anonymous, making an entry was like poking a note into a bottle and chucking it into the Atlantic. Chances were that the note wasn’t going to be read, and if it was it would be by an anonymous…