The dream and the skeptic.

Last night, sleeping on the floor of my study with my hand resting under the chin of my aging cat, I had a visitation dream. You know the kind, the dreams we see in movies or read in books, during which all of the details are so vivid that it seems real, it must be... Continue Reading →

a photo a day, day 23

For the photo a day meme: a photo of one of your pets. I always post photos of Zen, so this one will be of Torgi. He is the cuddliest cat I've ever met, and especially loves head-butting for kisses.

procrastination day

So today I read about 300 pages in "Twilight", washed the bathroom floor, scrubbed the toilet and sink and part of the shower, did the dishes, organized presents, edited some poetry, and wrote two holiday cards. That's all: two cards. I have no idea how I am going to get these out before New Year's.... Continue Reading →

to bed and to rise

Every night, Torgi the cat puts me to bed by chirping and nudging me until I stop doing whatever I am doing. Every morning, he head-butts me into consciousness because it is time for his breakfast. Zen, in contrast, cannot be bothered. Her whims are her own, not to be shared with silly humans. Right... Continue Reading →

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