No blog would be complete without...

... an adorable kitty collage!

Here are my two little ones, Ginger and Dusty.
Here's a fun game: guess which cat has which creative name!



Last Sunday I came home from running errands, and Dusty was on the porch waiting for me but Ginger wasn't. Immediately I felt something was wrong. Looked around a little and couldn't find her, tried to tell myself that she would come in eventually, but still couldn't kick the feeling that she was in trouble and needed me. The second time I went looking for her, I ran into my neighbor, and found out that his dog had chased her into a toolshed, where she had been hiding for hours and couldn't get out! I had to go rescue her, and although she was a little shaken she was fine.

Hey, I guess I do have a maternal instinct!

Thought(s) of the Day

They Said It Best - Part 1:
"I'm not alone 'cause the TV's on-
I'm not crazy 'cause I take the right pills every day."
-Jimmy Eat World

Last Sunday I was taking out the recyclables and slipped on a tiny avocado that had fallen on my porch overnight. I stayed upright, but slid three or four steps with my right foot in front of me and my left foot underneath (a la Lucas H's "running man" impression). Ouch.

There was a guy biking across the street. He glanced over when I started to fall, but soon returned to his own world and was halfway down the street by the time I slid to a stop. Once I had established that all my appendages were still attached, I shouted "I'm okay!", partially so he wouldn't worry, and partially to point out what a jackass he was being by not bothering to take two seconds of his time and ask if I was alright.

I can now almost walk normally again, although the top of my foot is still purple and scratched - it doesn't hurt so much now as itches, which I guess is proof that the scrapes are healing.

Advice from the Big H: watch where I'm going.