Exciting Day At Home

A picture of the boys in their favorite birder-feeder-spying-zone spot. Not much to report at the moment; travelling a lot, scrounging hours at the day job. Son’s school play is finally over, so the battle to protect my writing hours should get a whole lot easier this week. (Am now thinking WHY OH WHY did I say that out loud…) Hope everyone had a fantastic Halloween! Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn

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But Wait There’s More

We have, at last, come to the end of the cats whose name starts with B. Meet Slash. He, like his littermate Bear, will turn two in November. Another camera-shy turkey. He got his name because that white bit on his nose and lip were the very first thing I saw when he was born which—if you look really closely—matches the Meg Silver triangle-and-circle-intertwined icon. The birthdate is the only thing he shares with Bear. This guy is a cupcake. A high-maintenance one, due to being a walking UTI. He enjoys every second of his special treatment, and likes being fed his UT-care kibs BY HAND. Yes, I am completely,… Read More

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Problem Child

Meet Bear. He’ll turn two years old in November. He’s all black with a brownish undercoat. The only thing bigger than his scruff is his attitude. If we were a married couple, we’d be in counselling right now. Remember Jayne from Firefly? This is how I would define Bear’s archetype in our cat crew. I should have taken a picture of him in the wreckage of the twenty-year-old spiderplant he sent down the stairs and killed this morning. That’s life with Bear. He will flip any light switch he can reach. He can turn doorknobs, and don’t even fantasize about going to the bathroom by yourself. If he doesn’t dart… Read More

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Yes, You Did Mention Cats

Continuing on with the Silver cats theme, here’s another one. Meet Booger. Yes, you read that correctly. The cat’s name is actually Booger. He and his sister (who will be coming up soon) are both eight years old. They’re littermates rescued from my mother- & father-in-law’s woodpile. Both cats had distemper when Mr. Silver brought them home. Believe me when I say the name “Booger” was well earned by the time I’d nursed these wooly mammoths through their illness. These two cats are ENORMOUS. They both ballooned after they were spayed/neutered. Booger, though, is just plain loooooong. Here I’m trying to show the scale of this guy: Right now he’s… Read More

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Did Someone Mention Cats?

The last post sparked two email conversations about cats. Y’all know the Silver clan has just-shy of too many cats. So I said hey, let’s do a “Meet The Cats” segment. Here’s the first feline stationary long enough this morning to photograph: This is Beezer. She’s five. She came to us as a stray, and life has never been the same since. Many of you will be familiar with the type—will look you dead in the eye while knocking shit off your desk, but will also come hide in your lap because reasons. Also known as the informer child of the cat crew. If Wilson (the dog) has gone out… Read More

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TickTock

‘Twas a holiday weekend here in the States: Memorial Day. Aside from the solemnity of the occasion, for those of us who value our peace and quiet, Memorial Day means impending doom: The end of the school year. One and a half days left, here. *whimper* In other news, babycat and rescue #4 (Bezoar) — who look dang near identical even though they’re not related — with an editorial comment on how exciting their mama is these days: Baby cat refuses to be named. Nothing sticks. I call her “Crazy Train” most of the time. Daughter calls her Gremlin. She sleeps upside down a lot. Back to work for me.… Read More

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