Actually, our cats did. Left, my two, Right, the Prof’s two. Don’t tell them. I don’t think cats have a sense of humor about this sort of thing.

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…

She was found under a truck dock early on a wet Monday morning, amid the puddles and the gravel and litter that lay against the wall. It was 39° F out, and I could see my breath as I walked across the parking lot. The security guard who called me thought the kitten was dead….

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I truly enjoyed yesterday’s comments, especially one in particular. If only she knew….

CatControlled’s entry today reminded me of something that happened to me twenty-odd years ago. It was mid-day Saturday. I was home, doing some cleaning, which back in those days meant that I not only knew where the vacuum cleaner was, but I knew how to find the on-switch. I had just turned the vacuum off,…

I love lazy Saturdays. I love being the only one up and awake. I love watching drowsing cats sunning themselves in the checkerboard patterns of sunlight on the kitchen floor during their period of post-prandial morning bliss. I love that initial buzz from a really good cup of coffee that opens my eyes up to…

I find it impossible to ignore their silent passage this year. Much of my days is spent traversing back and forth on the pavement outside my office door. Each time I walk through the lot I try to remember to look up, and I’m seldom disappointed. Even if I forget to look because of distractions…

So here we go. Another woebegone orphan entry, devoid of context, with no promise of a more prompt follow-up. Europe was great. We drove a lot, saw Nice, stayed in Barcelona, ate well, drank too much (on my liver, anything is too much, and I definitely surpassed that limit). My really good digital camera decided…

I shouldn’t be writing this. I need to finish the wash, make up the bed in the spare bedroom for the kitty-sitter, finish packing, and get to bed so I can get to work early tomorrow and put in a token hour. This time tomorrow I’ll be on a plane to Holland. The Prof and…