I do not understand this trend of fuzzy vests. But I think I can accomplish a similar look by letting Bearcat sleep on my clothes.
Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
I do not understand this trend of fuzzy vests. But I think I can accomplish a similar look by letting Bearcat sleep on my clothes.
It appears to be a swear word.
Bearcat became paranoid by a rustling plastic bag that I picked up off the floor. My conversation with the cat: Me: “Are you afraid it’s going to get you?” Bear: Wide-eyed panic. Me: “Is it the bag? The sound? The rhythm? Is the rhythm going to get you?” Bear: Runs away. So it must be… Continue reading Warn Gloria: The rhythm is coming
Survived two deadly pre-dawn Bear attacks. Began to wonder if new medicine is making Bear homicidal. Drove to my mother’s. Helped her start to clean out the garage. Found four of my old coin banks. Reclaimed my fortune — at least $5. Dug through 1860 Census records.
Several Bear attacks. Mailed taxes. Chiropractic appointment. Killer headache. More Bear attacks — there was blood. “Chuck” marathon. Blog maintenance (sorry, not this one). Laundry.