Lighting a candle
Vogue
Thank you for your individuality, your loyalty, and for all the stories you’ve starred in. Your people will miss you greatly, but you left a cat-shaped hole in other hearts as well.
Thank you for your individuality, your loyalty, and for all the stories you’ve starred in. Your people will miss you greatly, but you left a cat-shaped hole in other hearts as well.
sigh The Grey Menace just came upstairs to check on me, and dropped a packet of salt at my feet. She’s already forced me into a corner over The Socialist’s favorite eraser, one that he’s had for years and had planned on having many more. It disappeared from his desk, and he’s convinced he knows…
It would appear that in the mid-eighteen hundreds Valentines Day was more of a chance to lampoon love than celebrate it. I came across a reference to “vinegar valentines” today, and since I am who I am I had to find out what that meant. This lead to me several illuminating sites on “Penny Dreadful”…
So weâre into the next phase of transition. I think, as a working title, I will call this phase the âIâm flat broke with no more unemployment benefits and totally dependent upon the good will of othersâ stage of my life. I expect this to be neither comfortable nor pretty. There are no large animal…
I’m trying out a new comment board so people can have the instant gratification of leaving comments once again. I’m also playing with the look – this is much closer to what I want, but I’m not yet satisfied. I’m having a grand time rearraging the virutual furniture though.
Because I was inspired, an extra for a certain Valentine’s Day couple: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ two happy hearts make secret joy music the flowers rock to a symphony of love dance egg dance ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I still play with the magnetic poetry set in my office, though I’ve not posted any poems recently. It tends to make me feel like an e. e. cummings wannabe, since the only capital letter in any of the sets is the letter “I”. I noticed this poem on the board my office Friday: I…
Oh dear…
So sorry.
*sniffs*
BassPlayer was home for lunch when I got notified about this, so he saw it, too. We both thank you very, very much for this, and for your encouraging words elsewhere. They mean a lot, coming as they do from someone with your own background in veterinary medicine.
And no, it’s not too early to joke. As I told someone else, I’m sure that if there’s a cat heaven, Vogue is probably trying to put the fear of God into God himself right now. Heh. 🙂
What a gorgeous little face! I really wish I had known her.
rest in peace Vogue, i didn’t know you but i do know that your kind are true innocents in the world and bring amazing amounts of joy with no strings attached.