Lucy’s much perkier today, and is scent-glanding things and popping her claws on the cat tree, and consequently I’m much happier. Zilli is *extremely* sullen over Lucy getting gooshyfood and him not. Actually, he’s sullen in general. He thinks we’re paying too much attention to Lucy. I told him we’d paid lots of attention to […]

As I went up to Dunamore along the river way I heard the blackbirds fluting low Among the osiers gray. And they were tuning for themselves In sweetly stumbling rhyme Half-minded chords learned long ago From harps of olden time. –F.J.J. Malone

Today is my Mom and Dad’s 40th wedding anniversary. Happy Anniversary, youze guys! I love you!