Long drive to a cottage in the mountains at the end of the year.  They don't
accept pets, unless you count leaving the back door open which might
encourage raccoons to wander inside :)
I've never left Persia anywhere before and I'm a bit concerned about it.

Hey everyone! Been a while...
http://www.cs.fiu.edu/~flynnj/kittenpics/imagepages/dcp_5792.jpg.html
(Yes, I know there's an Xmas ornament in there, but this picture came
out so good, it's the obligatory Thanksgiving picture. };) )

Emily indeed is strange. She window-hunts passing traffic helicopters as if
they were birds. She likes to visit the vets. Now she has a new pastime. If
you brush your teeth she jumps up on the sink and nudges the roll of soft
paper towel your way, meowing expectantly. She wants you ...

This might be premature, but Nancy (my wife) has learned of a job that
she's decided to apply for. It's close by, a *real* job instead of that
contract nonsense she worked at ESRI, and it's in a field she has a lot
of experience in and enjoys working in.

How do I know this?
Waffles has told me.
As soon as winter is upon us, she takes up residence on the top of a switched
on PC monitor. Likes the heat warming her bits. This is a winter activity and

Frank got his birthday present, a cuddly little piggy, a bit early (he'll be
16 tomorrow). Here is a sequel of him and his new best friend (the slightly
demented look in his eyes is due to the catnip I rubbed over the piggy
before giving it to him):

I lit a candle for all (two & four legged) who have touched my life
and passed on.
http://gratefulness.org/candles/enter.cfm
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Max sometimes dunks his toys in his water dish.  I'm aware that this is a
Birman trait, so I'm not surprised.  But yesterday he did something
puzzling...
He came over to the heat grate, toy in his mouth, and held the toy over the

She was 12 years old.  Persia kept going up to the cage and peering at the
bird over the last couple of days.  I thought she was just trying to hassel
Rachel; turns out she knew something was up.  I found Rachel at the bottom
of the cage this afternoon.

Many years ago, I took a picture of Presto, when he was about two
years old. It was a classic "Chessie pose" - he was lying down asleep,
his head on my pillow, the blanket pulled up to his shoulder, one paw
stretched out on the pillow.

Just spoke to the surgeon.
Lester is allegedly looking better than yesterday.  No indication of
discomfort after 30 hours off the painkillers.  The liver tests came back and
showed "slightly" elevated levels of whatever it is they measure.  Whether

I have four kitties, Sabrina being the youngest, the most
persistant, and the one who is always into something.  
She is over a year now, but tiny because she was rescued with a
cleft palate and didn't have good nutrition before

TED finally called with the thyroid tests today.  They came back A-OK.   So his
thyroid is good, his kidneys are good, his liver levels were elevated, his eye
isn't healing up, he lost a tooth, he has a galloping heart beat and high blood
pressure.

The fact my husband spends much of his time on the road without injury or
incident.
That even accident victims can sometimes count on a miracle.
I'll have enough money to splurge selfishly, enough food to waste without

I'm baking a pound of bacon on the broiler pan in the oven.  Persia is
hovering around the kitchen like a fly after a pie sitting on the
windowsill.  I'm going to be making quiche lorraine and the scent of bacon
is driving her nuts!