I’ve adapted in many ways since adopting my girls. One of the ways in which I’ve adapted is that I no longer leave my toilet paper on its holder. Now, it goes under the sink. As do my paper towels. Because should I leave any sort of paper on a roll accessible, I come home [ Read More ]
It is confirmed. Lucy is a hoarder. In her defense, she’s a generous hoarder, but she has an unusual obsession with things. Normally, possessiveness over objects is something I associate with dogs. Dogs are like toddlers: what’s yours is mine; what’s mine is mine; if I see it, it’s mine; if I touch it, it’s [ Read More ]
My girls live with me in a reasonably-sized one-bedroom apartment. The living-room has floor-to-ceiling sliding doors which would lead onto a balcony if I had one, but instead are screened and overlook the courtyard. Other than my boyfriend, we don’t get a lot of visitors. All of which is to say that they live in [ Read More ]

Well, that was fun. Lucy and Molly, working as a team, managed to get into the cabinet where their treats are kept. Having accomplished her goal with the help of her sister, Lucy abandoned their partnership, grabbed a package of freeze-dried duck hearts, and made off with them. At this point, the growling and snarling [ Read More ]

My neighborhood pet store, All The Best Pet Care, in the most recent example of their infinite awesomeness, presented my kitties with a generous holiday gift bag full of toys and treats and food. One of the goodies inside was a bag of ZiwiPeak Venison & Fish Daily Cat Cuisine. The kitties got kind of [ Read More ]

After reading up on cat nutrition, I decided to start incorporating some raw food into Molly and Lucy’s diet. I pictured my little darlings crouched like lions over a bleeding hunk of their ancestral diet: they’d tear fiercely at it, eating as nature intended, and then we’d all curl up on the couch together and [ Read More ]

I’ve adapted in many ways since adopting my girls. One of the ways in which I’ve adapted is that I no longer leave my toilet paper on its holder. Now, it goes under the sink. As do my paper towels. Because should I leave any sort of paper on a roll accessible, I come home [ Read More ]

It is confirmed. Lucy is a hoarder. In her defense, she’s a generous hoarder, but she has an unusual obsession with things. Normally, possessiveness over objects is something I associate with dogs. Dogs are like toddlers: what’s yours is mine; what’s mine is mine; if I see it, it’s mine; if I touch it, it’s [ Read More ]

My girls live with me in a reasonably-sized one-bedroom apartment. The living-room has floor-to-ceiling sliding doors which would lead onto a balcony if I had one, but instead are screened and overlook the courtyard. Other than my boyfriend, we don’t get a lot of visitors. All of which is to say that they live in [ Read More ]

Quick background, in case you didn’t already know: Facebook is rolling out some updates, one of which will prevent you from seeing app spam from games you aren’t playing. That’s right, your wall will no longer be cluttered with notifications that Susie’s bloody Farmville azaleas are doing well. This is a positive development for the [ Read More ]

Sometimes, during the day, when I am frustrated or distracted, I think about how much more focused — and how much smarter! — I would be if I could only have …five? …six? hours of uninterrupted sleep a night. I love sleep so much. It is my holy grail. When I feel myself waking up [ Read More ]

‘Cause I’m bored (I mean, not that Pawn Stars isn’t fascinating, but I’ve had my attention eroded by the interwebs to the point where I can’t watch TV without being on the computer unless I have someone watching it with me1 ), I’m reading up on what the wackier aspects of my astrological chart mean [ Read More ]
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