Warning: contains naked cat belly. It's just an evening bath. Nothing to see here. It's FINE. We're all fine. NO I'M NOT WEARING PANTS. Don't you people keep saying pants are bullshit in this house? (To Butterfle): WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING? BRING ME SOLO AND THE WOOKIE! You all suck. There's no privacy here at… Continue reading A Feline Drama in 4 Parts
Category: fAngus and Ragnar
fAngus Update and Vacation
I've been busy doing as much NOTHING as possible, so I'm remiss on updating the status of fAngus's recovery. The torture continues for him, although just before vacation he was able to drop off the awful antibiotic (the one that could burn a hole in his esophagus if he didn't eat immediately after and make… Continue reading fAngus Update and Vacation
fAngus’s Unexpected ER Adventure
Last Thursday in the middle of an extremely busy work day (including a go-live of a software product my team has been working on for a long time), I was interrupted by a cat who skittered across the kitchen floor at a dead run, yowling. It sounds funny, but fAngus only yowls when he's in… Continue reading fAngus’s Unexpected ER Adventure
Wildlife Here is Determined to Drive Me Nuts in the best ways
First, let me just say now that I'm moved into the house (on five acres across from a golf course): I did NOT realize how die-hard some folk are about their golf game. As I write this it's a whopping 37 degrees Fahrenheit and alternating between rain and sleet. Yet there are multiple groups of… Continue reading Wildlife Here is Determined to Drive Me Nuts in the best ways
In Case My Nose Disappears Overnight
Today's post has some hunting death and some realities of owning predators as pets that I know not everyone enjoys. If you're squeamish, please feel free to skip this post. fAngus and I have come to an agreement of sorts regarding his serial-killing proclivities, in no small part due to my houseguests being willing to… Continue reading In Case My Nose Disappears Overnight
fAngus: Destroyer of Worlds (and cords)
I present: a series of reasons why I'm not allowed to have nice things, brought to you by a cat who's been incarcerated in my house for the last three years and occasionally reminds me he'll eat my eyeballs first when I die. Destruction, wrapped in fluff. You clearly have too much screen time, and… Continue reading fAngus: Destroyer of Worlds (and cords)
Of Puppies, Canine and Human
This post is for you, Ron: as of today you're in the blog. The man I'm seeing (I'm 43...the struggle for appropriate labels might be silly, but "boyfriend" seems oddly not-quite-accurate...and I'm likely overthinking it anyway) has a horde. (Yes, I know you're reading this and you are decidedly a horde. I've been there at… Continue reading Of Puppies, Canine and Human
Things I Never Thought I’d Say ’til I Had Pets – Part SeventyBillion
I don't have a real post today, so I've compiled a few choice things I've said out loud in the past week or two to various furry fools in my life. That sock isn't yours. Stop eating the innards. Minerva, whenever she can get a sock out of the laundry before I put them away.… Continue reading Things I Never Thought I’d Say ’til I Had Pets – Part SeventyBillion
Dear Diary – Day 1185
Dear diary, the Evil Overlord has cruelly prevented me from recording my suffering for quite some time, by blocking my access to the keyboard with YET ANOTHER hound from hell. The newest tormentor is fluffy and white and I hates her with the fire of a thousand suns. She keeps pinning me down to lick… Continue reading Dear Diary – Day 1185
My Name is Minerva. This House is Mine.
A couple of days ago, I was hanging out with my brothers and sisters and some other dogs, when my super favorite human, Angie, introduced me to an obnoxiously HUGE dog and some weird tall lady. I was pretty nervous: I've only been alive for 11 weeks, and that dog was big and scary looking,… Continue reading My Name is Minerva. This House is Mine.
No Pithy Phrase 