Wordless Wed. - Morticia Gets Her Office Back
(Psst! Isn't she pretty?) :)
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A Black Cat and Her Writer
Meowlo, Peeps! As you can see, I've re-seized control of MY B LOG f rom those KITTENS, and my T ame Writer (i.e. MomKatt) is ready to assist me in taking back what was once totally my territory. Lap top? Check. Is it p lugged in ? Turned on? Che ck and check. Mouse? Check . Honkin' big gargan tuan-sized coffee from Sheetz? BIG check. That's for The Tame Writer, not me. I'll just have so me Cat Sip. S o. The deal is, MomKatt is a writer. And this is a good thing, being that I'm a blogging one-eyed kitty with no thumbs. I cannot type. I have no interest in typing. I don't like Microsoft Word. And I don't have to do or like any of those things, since MomKatt does this for me. (But Word irritate s her, too.) Life is good. Now some of you probably don't know this, but MomKatt is a writer in her own right. Kinda. Well, she wants to be. No, that' s not right , either. OK let...
Breakfast at Kittany's
A pologies to Truman Capote on the bastardization of the ti tle of his short story ... I know it was a stret ch. So sue me. It's all to describe my break fast partner this morning, Man Ray, who is rapidly becoming totally comfy downstairs and totally on board with being my Special Little ManKitty forever. So well-adjusted is he that, thi s morning, he decided to have breakfast with MomKatt. I was happy to have him ... until he decided he wanted MY breakfast (I'm still giggling as I type this, just thinking about it). Initially, after I nuked my Weight Watchers Turkey Sausage Muffin, I went to sit down & found Ray sitting in my chair at the dining room table. "Are you going to have breakfast with Mom this morning, Ray?" I asked him, and he stood and circled towards the back of the chair so that I could s it down. (A lready the little gen tlemankatt, isn't he?) At first I think he was just shooting for companionship/pettin gs ... THEN ... he...