Morty (Short for Mordecai, or so I’m told) was the cat who inhabited the bookstore where I work. He lived there for about 10 years, and he was my favorite coworker. He, like many cats, liked boxes – and working
Critters
(Inspired by a twitter conversation with Temerity Jane, Awlbiste, and Naithin) I make no secret of my love of animals. Dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, even fish and reptiles (and amphibians!) are worthy of admiration from me. Yes, I’m the weirdo
Joyriding
So one of the things about this house that the cats absolutely /love/ is the screen porch. They sit out there and bask in the sun and then lay on the cool floor in the shade – quite literally all
Cat + Blinds + Can of air = Hilarity
Cat: nomnomnom Anna: “NO!” Cat: nomnomnom Anna: /swat Cat: nomnomnom Anna: FSSSSSSSHHHT! Cat: OSHITSCRAMBLEVANISH (I don’t know where the squirt gun is, or normally I’d have used that. But the can of air on my desk from cleaning out the
Flower Pictures
The roses were my birthday present, the gerbera daisy I grew myself. (Charlie contributed to the daisy, which is why it has a few chew marks >.>)
Not out of the woods yet
But Max is doing better. He did eat today (though not much) and, as unglamorous as it sounds, I’m watching the cat boxes closely. Somewhere, inside my cat, is a hair elastic. It really needs to be in the litter