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What could the cats be looking at?

On the passing of my cat, Pasha

We called him our evil overlord, but our cat, Pasha, has passed on. He was on a roll lately; he killed a mouse a day for the past three days, bringing his trophy to the same spot outside the window for me to see. Except today, after he jumped up to be let in, his […]

In which I resort to the all-purpose excuse

It’s really hard to type with a cat leaning on your hand. For one thing, you don’t want to disturb him because he purrs so sweetly. You don’t want to disturb yourself because the softness of his head feels so nice. And you don’t want to risk the wrath of claws. It’s not like a […]

Just an observation

Halloween is coming, The skunks are getting fat. The fluffy white globe outside Is Not Our Cat.

Here kitty, kitty

What is about cats? In the last few days, I listened to two mini-podcasts from Podcastle involving cats.

Long Apatosaur is Long

In the days of the Very Long Ago, there was a great Apatosaurus and his tail was very long, oh my best beloved. He would walk through the spiny piney palmy forests and snap his tail, ever so gracefully, ever so loudly, and CRACK, down would fall the trees and he could eat. He would […]

Tracks

I thought I would try an experiment. While I didn’t care for what I wrote in the flash fiction workshop at Boskone, I did feel inspired enough to try again. So here’s a picture I took this morning, after letting it sit in the back of my mind, here’s what came out when I started […]

He vants to trink your…tomato juice?

I think my fluffy white cat who is our evil overlord wants to pretend he’s a vampire. He’s got the teeth for it. He’s got the sneakiness. And evidently, he’s been reading those vampire novels where the up-to-date modern nosferatu avoids detection by making do with tomato juice.

Cats in snow

It seems to take life-threatening weather to keep the cats inside. After all, there is Important Cat Business that Needs to be Attended to. Therefore, they must go out, barefoot or barepawed, sidle along the house, leap between dry spots, and–if pressed–wade through snow belly deep. And just when I’m getting impressed by how little […]

Let’s talk about cats

As you have guessed, I have cats. In fact, for most of my adult life, I have had a succession of pairs of cats. As a writer with cats, I really, really don’t want to turn into yet another writer who blathers about her cats. But a recent comment called me out. You see, I […]