Feeling Strong Now


You know all those jokes about how many (insert group/religion/occupation/nationality/gender/etc. of your choice here) it takes to change a light bulb?

I’ve got my own version now. 

But you need to read the other stuff first.  (Or you could skip ahead, but that would lead me to believe you’re the kind of person who reads the end of a book first, just to see how it all turns out.  Tsk tsk.)

Alex · Cats

Getting Back to His Old Self


This morning when I opened the bedroom door I was greeted by a white and gray cat who meowed cheerfully at me before brushing past my legs to inspect the premises.

I was so surprised I knocked on the bathroom door and hissed at Bill to open the door.  He came out, brushing his teeth, and I pointed delightedly at Scratchy, who was meandering around the laundry baskets.

“He hasn’t done this in so long!”  I said happily.

It’s a good sign.