WebKittyn Warbles

Nine months since I lost my Claudie. I found this picture of him on the computer up here, I think it's the last picture taken of him before he died.



Damn I still cry almost every day over that cat. Much love, ghost-cat.

I think I'm finally settling in up here. I haven't done a bloody thing but I'm finally settling in. I haven't been here a week yet so I'm not worried but it's time to do stuff. I've got five new shows to get set up and a ton of other stuff I've been blowing off.

Why have I been blowing it off? Let me show you.




They come by every afternoon to eat, it's like they know they're safe here. I pity the fool who tries to shoot Chuck's herd. They're truly beautiful creatures, it's more relaxing than any pill to sit and watch them. Or I can go around to the back of the house and pet one of the three cats my parents have adopted, the sweet one likes to sleep on the tractor.



Templeton is living the life of a king, he's been eating better than I have and it shows.




I haven't even jumped into any of the books I've got piled up, I think I've been watching too much baseball and we won't discuss the loser Yankees. Time to ditch A Rod and the Useless Unit and get a pitcher.

Another day or so and I'll be turning stuff out, all the bad is almost gone from my psyche.

I do miss Claude though.