Friday, December 23, 2016

Hiding til Spring

It's been raining a lot.  I've been sleeping a lot.  Actually no more than usual, although mom has been documenting my sleeps often.

Every year for the last few years I've begun each year thinking maybe I'd post here more often than I did the year before.  It turns out 2016 saw fewer posts from me than any year previous.  Oh well, can't blame a guy for his good intentions.

Mom and I hope you have a lovely end-of-year holiday season, and a good year ahead.  Make sure you batten down the hatches and grab yourself by your boots, though, because we're in for one wild ride ahead.

Peace and meows

Sunday, November 13, 2016


I'm really glad I'm a well-loved cat with a secure home.  All hell is about to break loose.  Actually, there might be a bit of a reprieve for a couple months, but then the shit is going to hit the fan.

I have no worries, personally, for which I'm unimaginably grateful.  My deepest compassion for all the other beings, animal and otherwise, in this country, the world, and the planet.

More shall be revealed.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

I'm Famous!

Mom took this photo of my last night, and now she's using it as her new avatar on Facebook.  So I'm famous!  Not that I wasn't before, since she'd been using an earlier photo of me for eons.

I love my 'tude in this image.

Happy Autumn!   

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Cool Pix

Mom recently got this gizmo called a "tablet," and she's been trying out a lot of photo apps on it.  And I'm her subject.  She either takes new photos of me and tinkers with them, or uses old photos to do the same.  Kinda cool, huh?

Friday, August 26, 2016

Holy Cat!

It's been so long since mom posted for me, that I made her promise to post all the photos she's taken in the last month or so, that she's been hoarding.  So here I am, in my many moods.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Friday, July 8, 2016


Trying to blend in with the stack of ecodyed fabric I'm lounging on.  Mom always finds me though, wherever I manage to "hide." 

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Writing my memoirs...

I speak, mom writes.  Here I'm giving her "the look" because she's editing my words as I speak and I'm not particularly happy about it.  Guess I should be grateful that she's playing my scribe.