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)
Category: fAngus and Ragnar
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.
Sunday is for Self-Care
Ragnar, contemptuous of fAngus's wrath, naps belly-up I did not nap today. I'd like to - radiation tired is still a thing in my house right now. But I had deadlines. Writing group is on Sunday afternoons, and I've been terribly behind in both my feedback AND my next submission. I ate way too many… Continue reading Sunday is for Self-Care
Day 1035 of Captivity
The Evil Overlord has been ill for some time now, and while I often find her company unacceptable I will say she's been more available for naps. I approve. Sometimes I sleep on her feet because they're offensively cold. Sometimes I bite them anyway. I follow her all around the house so I can keep… Continue reading Day 1035 of Captivity
No Pithy Phrase 