When I was fourteen, my mother got me a scraggly little kitten with unusually bad breath. She was white with black on her ears, a black Gorbachev birthmark, and a black tail. She was supposed to live outside, which never happened, not even for a day. I named her Lydia, and she was the best … Continue reading Lydia’s Ashes
I've been on the road for a good solid chunk of the last month. The stereotype, which is a complete fallacy, is that cats don't miss their people when they're apart. I would feel much less guilty were that true. My cats have been exceptionally clingy during my brief stays at home the past few … Continue reading Video Chatting with the Cats
My sweet Pat died today. He was the best rooster ever, even though he would occasionally bite. He hadn't been looking good. He was panting a lot, like he couldn't get enough air. And his comb was pale. But at least I can say I gave him every chance to recover. His life was good, … Continue reading Do Roosters Cross the Rainbow Bridge?
It's been raining for days. Tonight, the rain morphed into an angry storm like David Banner turning into the Hulk. (Or Bruce Banner, if you know him from the comic books rather than the TV show). Instead of hunkering down in his dog house, Ollie huddled against the fence. So I brought him inside. The … Continue reading Ollie the Wonder Dog Almost Got Eaten…by a Cat