William visited the vet Monday to assess the efficacy of the weight loss program he began in December. Before continuing, I'll note the difference between this visit and the one last December: On Monday, David took William for his checkup, and a good time was had by all. In December, I took him, and he bit … Continue reading Just Enough
While we're on the subject, I'll add this picture, taken the first night David's chair was in our living room. Sometimes, one chair is big enough for both.
I swear I did not plan this, because where cats are involved, no one can plan anything, but-- I had just published the preceding post and turned off my laptop when William walked over and looked at the chair and then looked at me. I spread out his blanket. He jumped up and settled in for the … Continue reading Bedtime at the Davis Home
David has a new recliner. I have a new recliner, too, but I am a mean, contemptible battleaxe and I do not share. (I do put a blanket on my chair and tuck William in at night. Ernest won't share David's chair, either.)
William bit me at the vet, Didn't like the aide's assistance, Used his claws and fangs to set On the path of most resistance. Say I'm teary, say I'm mad, Say that pills and needles hit me, Say my arm's inflamed, and add, William bit me. *** Jane Carlyle, wife of philosopher Thomas Carlyle, … Continue reading William Bit Me
A fellow writer said the posts that get the most positive reactions on his blog are pictures of his dog. He thinks dog pictures make readers happy and so they like him. I don't have a dog, but I want to make you happy, and I want you to like me, so I'll do the best I … Continue reading Are You Happy Yet?
You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no … Continue reading Albert Einstein: Meowing in Los Angeles
Louisa wrote in her journal about a conversational lesson with Mr. Lane: "What virtues do you wish more of?" asks Mr. Lane. I answer:-- Patience, Love, Silence, Obedience, Generosity, Perseverance, Industry, … Continue reading Diary of Louisa May Alcott: Virtues and Vices
In the previous post, I announced my intention to get up, go to BookPeople, write for an hour on a project of not-email and not-post (because Ramona DeFelice Long told me to), and get off the laptop by 7:00 p.m. Here's how the day went. At 8:00 a.m., I discovered Ernest experiencing grave digestive problems … Continue reading My Writing Writing Writing Day: Yeah, Right
As you know if you saw our last post, our Christmas tree has been the subject of intense, but not unexpected, conflict. As soon as the tree lit up, so did William and Ernest. William had to be physically restrained from chewing on the lights. The next morning found the tree lying on its side … Continue reading A Davis Christmas 2009: Compromise
Last night David strung lights on Christmas tree. William began gnawing on lights. Kathy went bananas, envisioning surgery to pick shards out of William's GI tract. William said he didn't care. Ernest said he didn't care either. David distracted William and Ernest. This morning Kathy picked up tree, sopped up water, dragged lights to higher … Continue reading A Davis Christmas 2009: Why Decorations 2013 Are Downsized
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I promised myself that tonight I would be on my stationary bike by 8:30 p.m. and in bed by 10:00. Missing the bike objective, I set a new one: 9:00 p.m. So I sit here at 8:55, watching the minute hand make its way toward the 12, and I think, Should I push that goal … Continue reading No Runs, No Hits, Several Errors