For my birthday BFK got me some bath towels. They are lovely steely lavender soft, plush beauties. She also gave me a slew of hand-me-down towels because she has about 1000 of them and I…
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Catching Up on Cat Content
Thanks to the magic of TimeHop, I know that today is the 2nd anniversary of Paco’s death. This sad occasion coincides nicely with my desire to be the kind of spinster who only tells stories…
There’s Bad Blood, Jealousies, Cliques
It’s been nearly two years since Paco died, leaving me mostly petless. Mostly, because I had every-other-weekend and all of February custody of Walter. However, that’s all changing. My sister and brother-in-law are selling their…
In Memory of Paco (1998-2017)
I thought I was ready. Paco’s health had been dwindling for three years. He was the kind of scrawny that made people wince when they looked at him. Petting him was no fun because he…
It’s Sunday & I’m Boring: The Mostly Pictures Edition
If Paco had a theme song it would be “Needy Cat (The Humpty Hump Remix).” Paco and I have two very different philosophies when it comes to my left thigh. Me, being the keep of…
The Passion of the Paco: A day in the life of my 14-year-old cat
7:14 a.m. Stands guard as I eat a bowl of Trix on the brown couch. He walks in front of the couch back and forth, back and forth. We are both a little surprised that…
A Sound Like Someone Trying Not to Make a Sound: A Post About Paco
Generally, I’m the type of person who wakes up in the morning and gets right out of bed. I don’t lollygag under the covers once I’m awake. I’m not a soak up the glory of…
Last night I discovered taking cat pictures is part of my DNA
I rang in the New Year at Sister #2’s house as I do most every year. Occasionally I get all crabby and spend the evening alone, but that only happens once every five or so…
The inappropriate relationship under my roof
Ever since Walter the dog left two weeks ago, Paco, my one remaining cat, has been needy as fuck. He’s always been a needy, demanding cat. In fact, he’s quite aggressive in his neediness. His…
The sadness zombie
I don’t like zombies. I don’t find them funny or offensive or ironic or anything but annoying. And yet here I am describing myself as a sadness zombie because I can think of no other…