re: cat collars
The only punishment that ever made an impact on Mouse was to take his collar and its bells away. Those bells were part of his voice. He could tip-toe through the house without making a sound, but sometimes he wanted to make a statement, so he jingled his bells. He got into an awful snit when another cat got a bell, so we had to take it off so Mouse was the only belled cat.
Shadow will use his bells to yell at us. Well, at me, because I'm very bad at understanding Cat. He'll stare at me for a couple of minutes, then shake his bell to get my attention.
Maybe I can start wearing all grey!
This is my plan.
Except I have one black and one white cat.
It's not a good plan here.
Except I have one black and one white cat.
We really need to get you into a tuxedo every day.
zebra stripes.
If there's been an epidemic of women kicking innocent men in the balls, I've missed it.
There was actually an epidemic of that in British Columbia a couple years back, but as I recall there was just one woman behind it.
Trash can lids corralled again. Jesus, this wind is brutal.
I could be a penguin!
Except they kinda smell. I don't want to smell.
I'd be really cute though.
Oh, ouch, small children and their concepts of death:
As I was showing Matilda Whitney Houston's "I Want To Dance With Somebody" --
Matilda: When did that girl die?
Me: Just today.
Matilda: Ohhhh! That must have been a rough day for her.
One of the impulses behind Emmett's decision to play baseball this year was working out with his friends over the last six weeks (and getting really buff). But it reminded him of how much he
enjoyed
being with other people.
And I kind of want to throw this notion out to the Buffistas for comment, because this is something I've discussed with him. I've said to him: "You really enjoy being social with other people,
but
you don't naturally tend to choose to be around others. You'll choose your own company and then start to miss being around other humans."
Anybody have any affinity or insight with that notion?
