Illustrated Magnetic Poetry

I couldn’t take it any more. Mr. White Deaf Cat, my foster for the past couple of weeks, is easily the most curious, agile, destructive force I’ve ever encountered with four legs and a purr. After about a week in the foster room he discovered how to open the lower doors on the corner cabinet…

I’ll rescue them, but four is the limit. In the (hopefully far distant) future, when it’s time to adopt another cat, The Honorable Mathematician gets to pick. It’s his turn. The professor in my clinical behavior class at school said that the official “crazy cat lady” limit is over six cats. I still have a…

May fifth came and went, and I neglected to mention it was my second anniversary on Dear Diary. It seems so strange now to go back and read some of those earliest entries on the Salamander diary. I was absolutely clueless where I’d be two years hence, when the pressures on my life would take…

What do people say behind your back? Find out @ digitalcharisma OK, everybody. Please tell me how surprised you are at this result.

I like DD, but I dislike this apparent need some diarists have to prove that “so and so” is really “such and such”. Who cares, people? You like it? Read it. You don’t like it? Don’t go back. I assure you, a hit meter that shows you were the only person in your diary for…

Warrior Princess’ eye looks worse today. That may not mean much, but she’s not eating, hardly drinking, and looking for the darkest spots in the room to hide in. It might still be post-surgical stress and depression, but last night she was at least accepting tuna juice; today she walks away from it and any…