My journal of big words and pretty pictures
We have three cats... the two youngest (ages 5 and 4yo), the mother/daughter team of Mia and Sayuki, are pretty chill. Issy, the matriarch at 11yo, is a bone-deep, shit in your shoes, puke on your bed, curmudgeon. She also likes to get on the kitchen counters. Lately, she has also been jumping onto the … Continue reading This is why I order out
Anyone looking into Esther’s house, through yellowed sheers covering grimy glass panes, would see a parlor filled with dusty furniture. A bowl of spoiled milk sits by the cold hearth, a treat for a nonexistent cat. An ornate Cabriole sofa upholstered in faded red velvet sits in front of the oriel window. Once a vivid … Continue reading Esther’s cat
I have a sick cat. Not mortally sick, but far more than simply annoyingly sick. Issy has a wonky thyroid and we’re having issues getting her hormone levels stabilized. I have to dose her twice a day. Fortunately, since she is a terrible pill taker, there is a compounding pharmacy close by that can make … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Skinny
Morning comes early The day begins “in your face” You awake yet mom?
“Do you have the young wench under your control yet?” Flynn smacked the white squirrel’s nose in rapid succession until Cyril yelped in pain and scurried away. “You needn't have done that,” Cyril rubbed his sore snout, glowering at the warrior cat. “I won’t abide any disrespect toward Jodie,’ Flynn returned Cyril’s glare, hissing through … Continue reading What the squirrel knew
“Back in the day, would I’ve been a villein?” Jodie and Flynn snuggled on her bed for their nightly chat. “I can’t imagine you as a ‘bad guy’ in any era,” Flynn purred, offering his belly for scratching. “No, silly, not ‘villain’, ‘ain’,” Jodie giggled, tickling him with both hands. “I mean ‘villein', ‘ein’, like … Continue reading Family history
Thin spiral notebook 