I’m a Magpie
I just woke up from my second nap today. The cat is a major fan of my new sleep schedule. The rest of the day, he prances and demands and hisses, but once I’m recumbant on the couch we become the best of friends. For the last two hours, he slept on the open face [...]
It’s time to give the cat his monthly flea treatment.
The first time we tried to do it (a mere dab of Frontline between the shoulder blades), he howled so loud and long that I worried our upstairs neighor would think we were strangling the little guy. And for months after, just the merest waft of [...]
My hand is on the cat and the cat is om my lap. Kind of a funny sensation: purring in three dimensions. The cat’s so much frendlier now that the weather’s cold. He comes running to greet me when I get home, and pops up next to me sometimes in the night, his fur still [...]
Herr Katze:
I understand that, as the weather gets colder, it is only natural to seek out the body heat of other warm blooded critters. But would you please stop lying on my chest with your face scant centimeters from my face? It’s kind of creeping me out.
thanks,
One Who Feeds You
PS: I would like to get [...]
The cat is sleeping on my lap. Which is to say the bulk of him is on my lap — I’d say that approximately 60% of the cat is currently above my pelvic region. His head is nestled in a pile of papers stacked next to me on the couch, his front legs twitching languidly [...]
So, last night when I finally crawled off to bed at around 4:00 or so (I don’t know why I can’t get to bed at a normal hour anymore, but that’s topic for another day), I was thinking about how lucky Brian and I have been since we moved here. I’ve finished not one but [...]
I just saw a mouse. We share this house a cat who weighs more than twenty pounds, yet mice (because as Carl Sagan once said, where there’s life, there’s community) are frolicking beneath my desk.
I’ve started a blog for our cat/ward/landlord, 9-11. You can read it here
911, the cat we’re sitting, has a reputation for viciousness. The contracters next door avoid him, the book-keeper talks to but does not pet him, and we, for this first month or so we’ve lived here, treated him like a large, furry grenade.
Over time, however, his attitude towards us has warmed and mellowed. When he [...]
I'm a library assistant, writer, and perpetual graduate student living in San Francisco. Special skills include dog charming, brochure writing, slapdash cooking and long-winded nattering. I also enjoy watching the sunset's reflection in the tall buildings downtown.
For a while there, I taught classes on Classical literature, philosophy, and the history of religion at New College of California. I have an MA and an MFA in Writing, and started library school in the fall of 2009.