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May.20.2013
Tux, aka Enigma, continues his regular evening visits. I feed him well.
He's looking so much better. I do feel certain others care for him. His coat has been brushed, heightening his sharp black fur and transforming his dull white mess into pure white silk. He's gained...
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May.14.2013
Work is quiet. Few emails arrive each day. Meetings are few, with three this morning before 7:30 and nothing since. Rumors bubble across the net. This is the week. More people will be gone. The company has committed to spending $1,000,000,000 to reduce headcount...
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May.10.2013
And let us not forget the birds: "After Grip died, Dickens had him taxidermied. Literary historians believe the bird inspired Edgar Allan Poe’s poem “The Raven,” written shortly after Poe reviewed Dickens’s Barnaby Rudge, which features a talkative raven. Grip now lives in the Rare Books...
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Apr.29.2013
Hiraeth. I see the tulips and the red berries. The rusting swing set between the lilac bushes. One was purple and one was white. I smell the chlorine wafting from the town’s swimming pool a half mile away. My cats (different cats in different years) turn the corner of the house into the back yard...
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Apr.29.2013
The sentries are posted.
The Gingerbear King protects the pet door, the only way by which any animal can enter or leave without human assistance. He also can monitor the master bath from there.
Black Paws is on a bench in the foyer. From there, he can observe the office, laundry room,...
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Apr.21.2013
I'm pleased to announce the PRINT version of my latest cat book has been released, and is also available as an audio book and Ebook. The Kindle version is on sale (for the rest of today only).
May it help all those puzzled and frustrated or just plain curious about cat behavior!
ComPETability:...
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Apr.03.2013
The jobless recovery was making me crazy. I had so many questions! Is there a place for me in this new economy? Are all the creators doomed to be creatively destroyed by the Internet experiment in free everything...
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Mar.28.2013
A smokey cool night slithers around my legs and coils up over my body. The rain has stopped but drops patter on in private cadence across the inky night.
I hate turning on the outside light and disturbing the night but I'm looking for the cats. Lady has gone to bed with my wife. ...
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Mar.23.2013
In another installment of life imitating art, The New York Post has announced that Montie, the cat cast to play The Cat in the Broadway version of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, has been fired. My fictional story−My Six Days on Broadway: Crossed by a Golightly Cat−posted last week, tells a...
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Mar.21.2013
I'm not interested in being London's mayor but I need a good ratter. My wife has informed me that she heard the rat again.
It happened in Tuesday's late morning hours while I was out. Returning home, she met me at the door and said, "We need to talk."
Why she wanted to start like that,...
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