Abby, born in 2007, was taken from her mother at six weeks, because her mother had mastitis. She was tiny and full of beans, and our existing cat, Piggy, kind of moaned and resigned himself to raising this… this… thing. Blondie and Abby as youngsters Piggster was a large tuxedo cat with extensive experience around … Continue reading Requiem
I hope the neighbors move out soon. They don’t appreciate my humor. One of my wackadoodle, completely useless talents is the ability to rhyme. And sing. My family is astonishingly tolerant of my bursting into song about whatever occurs to me, usually sung to a show tune or a hymn. Frequently ribald, sometimes just rude, other … Continue reading Testing the CBD
You know when you thought it would be soooo awesome to pourJello in the pool and bounce around on it? Yeaaaaah. No, we don’t have a pool at this vacation cabin in Yosemite, but this place we’re renting has a mattress that’s a remarkable approximation. Except it’s not a pool, it’s the size of a … Continue reading Remembering the Jello
Okay, so one’s stoned, the other’s a total witch. Honestly. So Abby the puggle’s mental state is deteriorating, not terribly surprising for a 14 year old. Add the fact that she’s mostly blind, almost completely deaf and her honker works only at close range, and she’s a pathetic little pup. But she's still adorable and so … Continue reading The Dog’s a Stoner…
Go, you big fierce cousin of the lions. Go annihilate that vile gopher. And all his relatives. Chase them so they never darken our street again.
Traveling with my mom is a hoot.
MaeMae is essentially in her teenage years and she’s a PITA. Our crèche is looking a wee bit bald where she’s chewed the moss off the roof. Shooting her with water is becoming less effective. She also tries to torture/play with the hound, who, at almost 14, is mostly deaf, largely blind and gets confused … Continue reading Cat on a Thin Tight Leash
Training a cat to leash walk is not easy, the little bastards are not at all grateful and the constraints are problematic in other ways as well. Our front lawn resembles London after the blitz, courtesy of a damn gopher, who appears to be a friend of the hound. The gopher makes periodic appearances in … Continue reading The Bombed Out Lawn
We’re having Bedroom Issues, Beloved and I. Not the kind to which your dirty little minds immediately flit... but... the more troublesome Bed Insufficiency. The animal lovers among us can relate. May I present evidentiary piece #1. The damn hound has made the center of (god,you know I just typed “her bed” instead of “our … Continue reading Bedroom Issues in the Land of Dog
The marks on the carpet were faint, but suspicious. When you own a beagle, or part beagle, as we do, your o-shit-o-meter goes haywire when you see marks on carpet after you've been out, especially when someone else has been watching your hound. Christmas eve services were lovely. Quite beautiful. Got home after midnight... Blondie … Continue reading The Stealthy Hound
Examining Misadventures 