HBDR

It wouldn’t be the Comma Blog if I didn’t wish my First Cat a very happy estimated birthday. ¬†Today (or somewhere around today) he has been around for eight (8) long years. ¬†Happy birthday, ya maniac. Share the post “HBDR” FacebookTwitterShare‚Ķ Continue reading

Veterinarian’s Day

This cat has been with me through my entire adult life so far. ¬†He’s turning eight years old this year, which isn’t very old in cat years but seems to make me feel super old. ¬†Tomorrow Rico and I will head to the vet to sort out some of his weird issues. ¬†He hasn’t lost any weight but he’s developed some new and icky habits which I won’t totally get into. ¬†He seems otherwise healthy, as do the other animals in our dwelling. So why ‚Ķ Continue reading

Halloween!

¬† Ranting aside, it’s a nice day for Halloween. ¬†Not raining, not snowing, just a slight chill to the air, and I’m wearing some orange and a pair of Halloween socks. ¬†I think the orange and black spirit would love me today. ¬†Wish us luck with Casey and Rico not flying out the door tonight when the kids come to gather their treats. Share the post “Halloween!” FacebookTwitterShare‚Ķ Continue reading

Mommy? Why do you have 20 blogs?

The answer to the above lies in my many personalities, my dear Dan.  (I assume you were the one asking the question.)  I wanted to create a blog for practical purposes — little things I have learned and liked to know, or ideas, and the altogether simpler things.  After all, Rico has a blog, so it’s only right that my domestic side does too.  And don’t tell him he only has one follower.  He’ll ride your ass for days trying to get you to explain ‚Ķ Continue reading

Just now as I was about to gather my clothes from the laundry room, I stepped out of my apartment and gasped. “RICO!” I scolded, as the cat bounded back down the hall to greet me. How the hell did he get out of my place? A girl appeared in the hall walking toward me with a smile, and it hit me. Those familiar white sock paws, that tabby fur and rascally appearance… it wasn’t Rico at all. It was the cat across the hall ‚Ķ Continue reading

If I could speak in a cat language that Rico would understand, I would say meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow, which would translate, loosely, to “Slow down when you eat! That’s why you’re throwing up every day.” He gets so riled up before he eats, and I made matters worse tonight by getting him a different kind. This excited the hell out of him, despite how nonchalant I was acting about it to try to have him simply accept the stuff into ‚Ķ Continue reading

Carp(e) Diem

The other night I dreamed that I stored Rico in a bag full of water with my fish to transport him to another house. When I arrived at that place, Rico was a black cat and he was… not so much alive anymore. Why is logic always so flawed in dreams? Last night I think I must’ve dreamed he was a giant, because when I walked past the living room today, I noticed him lounging on the couch and thought, “Hey, you look different than ‚Ķ Continue reading

American Idol auditions are back, yesssss!

Listen, I don’t want to bore you with stories like this… but this is one for the memories. Ignore it if you are anyone other than me reading. Situation: I’m lying in bed, doing math in my head for some reason. I’m on the threshold of sleep when I hear a sudden frantic scrambling; a clink of my potted plant possibly being knocked down onto my bed; a quick, sharp and terrified meow; then finally a thump on my mattress, where my cat lands in ‚Ķ Continue reading