http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Coy8Hoa1DNw
Richard Valezuela, aka Ritchie Valens.  Damn shame Richard died at the age
of 17.  Portrayed here by the not much recogniaed son of Martin Sheen.

Hi Sarsi here
yeah I at war with bad thing! It must have been created by a d*g lover
or maybe even someone who hates cats! (Meowmie says people like that
exist I ain't never met one but maybe she right for once! 'Cos this is

Grmby and I do the same work and she was awarded manager of the year this
last weekend at our annual fall conference!!! Lee

Maybe not fully OT, as it involves the comfort of the owners.  Due to
financial poblems, we got behind on our mortgage.  We were in the
wrong, but couldn't help it.  The VA housing dpartment was fantastic
in helping us re-do the mortgage on the house.

The RSPCA did a lovely job. This afternoon I picked up a small blue box from
the vet, tastefully decorated, and properly sealed.
Shmogg is home for good, now, even though I'm not sure exactly where his
ashes will be stored permanantly.

A friend and his wife from another newsgroup will be in my area in a couple
of weeks, and we have agreed to meet for a meal.  I had originally thought
about going out, but after several weeks on the road, I'm sure they'd prefer
a home-cooked meal.  I've gotten out of the habit of ...

It's nice and chilly outside (finally!).  I've got a nice fire burning in
the fireplace.  For a while there was a nice sunbeam streaming through the
window, across the front of the fireplace, too.  Persia made herself quite
at home on a pillow in the sun in front of the fire :)

As if the flood from above wasn't enough.
Senyah got a phone call today from the office telling her that we were
only allowed two cats and that we had to put the extra outside right
now.

I did a good long bike ride of 60+ miles today. Frosty start. Cold,
headwind, rain, sleety rain, more headwind, more cold, more rain...
My thighs ache. A lot.
Francis has decided to massage my thighs. Problme is, I do not appreciate

Let me set the scene.  I am lounging on my daybed, and Dante is perched on
the air cleaner near the head of the bed.  I turn around and look at him
through the wrought iron frame, and begin singing to him.  I sing to him "I
Can't Give You Anything But Love, Baby."

Check out the picture of the huge kitty at www.odd-animals.com
Enjoy! - Jeff

I do kinda love Thanksgiving Day. It's not a custom I grew up with, but
I've celebrated it now for about 12 years. I love that it is an
all-inclusive (non-religious) holiday, where nobody gets presents
(though there's lots of great sales tomorrow, but that's common for

I opened a closet door to replace the leaf of a table I had used for dinner
awhile ago.  A short time later, I noticed Duffy sitting in front of the
closet door and staring intently at it.  I couldn't figure out why he was so
interested, but I opened the door -- and out marched ...

WOOHOO! We have the power back on!
But the maintenance guy gave me more info on what happed:
The slow trickle of water into plugged sinks was just the least of it. It
seems the neighbor also pulled the hot water line out from under one sink,