This neighborhood cat scared the crap out of me when she strolled past our driveway a few months ago. It was highly unlikely that MoMo had gotten out, but I was sure it was him. Look at the apple-shaped torso and the fat little bottlebrush tail! Anyone might have been deceived. Matthew and I have [...]
Discovered in a bale of hay with her two kittens, has a bb in her head. Used to hide upstairs at our old house, but now there is no upstairs and she has come into her own. Can defend the cat tree from the boy cats, and will not let the dogs chase her off [...]
Every Thursday or so, Matthew swears he’s getting a haircut that weekend, à la Lucy and the football. I don’t really believe him any more, but there must be a little bit of Charlie Brown in me, because I just had one of the now-familiar moments of startlement when I looked over at him and [...]
Matthew and I used to lament the lack of good coffee in the near NW area, until our friend Sage told us about the “secret” Stumptown in the Ace hotel. I wish I were a better photographer (and also less shy about taking pics in front of the hipsters) so I could get pictures for [...]
Another test, this time with a picture.
This is a test post from the WordPress iPhone app.
Lucy, wooce, goosedog, mooty, monkey, monkeysnack, scoot toot, root scoot, only-one-neuron, one-step-further, ‘splodin dogget.
Usually I really have to reach in order to find some love for my fellow coffeshop patrons. The guy who sits facing me and dares to eat a muffin! The people who are having a meeting! The girl coughing! But tonight I got a treat, someone who could charm even my grinchlike heart: Very small [...]
Today’s poopy walk (yeah that’s what I call it, I’m not going to front, and there’s a song that goes with it, to the tune of The Hukilau Song) was drizzly, but profitable in terms of petting. It is Par’s dearest wish to be petted by as many people as possible every day, and he [...]
At last, a dramatic story worthy of a first post. I broke my arm yesterday–on my way to a job interview! Riding my little Bianchi hybrid "Tiny Horse" down a bit of a hill on a street I commute on almost every day, I hit a big pothole, lost my grip on the bars, and [...]
