There’s a difference between “crazy cat lady,” “crazy cat-lady” and “crazy-cat lady.” These are the things I think about. And this is my crazy cat, Bear.
Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
There’s a difference between “crazy cat lady,” “crazy cat-lady” and “crazy-cat lady.” These are the things I think about. And this is my crazy cat, Bear.
I woke from a very strange dream early this morning to sharp teeth in my arm. One of three things could have happened. One, I bit my arm. Which, weirdly, was the first thing that came to mind (although in the form of a question: Ouch — why did I bite my arm?), but the… Continue reading My own vampire diaries
Someone sent me this video this morning: Soon after, my own hellcat attacked, so I’m starting the new year with puncture wounds in my left arm and scratches on my arms, hands and neck. I tried to sing “Soft Kitty,” but it didn’t help. It really is only for when you’re sick, not when you’re… Continue reading Soft kitty, attacking kitty
It’s kind of an accomplishment. And not just because Bear tried to help. Then she lost interest until the shiny ornaments came out. (We’re kind of alike in that way.) I didn’t do the whole tree thing last year. It just seemed like a lot of work. But this year I was inspired by a… Continue reading The Christmas tree is up