We have all heard that cats have nine lives, but rarely is the evidence for one of those lives presented so starkly and so unexpectedly.
In a previous life, Bucky belonged to Mr. Samuel Clemens, aka Mark Twain.
Tag: cats
More news like this, please
Yesterday I saw the news that Michael Clarke Duncan had died and I was SO sad. His part in The Green Mile had really left me feeling like I knew him. As an actor he’d stepped out of himself and let the character fill him. In other words, he did a damn fine job and I really, truly respected that. Geoff and I both, when we heard the news separately, felt like we’d been socked in the gut.
This kind of news, however, I could read all day.
Geoff and I aspire to be on this website
Obviously, if you know us or have read the title of this blog, we have a lot of books. I mean, a LOT of books. I thought I had a lot before I met Geoff, and then I saw his bookshelves and all bets were off. When we combined households there were books everywhere.
Stewie and Koko
Regular readers around here will know that Geoff and I have a HUGE soft spot for animals. Ours are our kids and we’ll make sure that they eat and go to the vet before we go to the grocery store or the doctor. They are our family.
As a result, we spend a lot of time helping other animals, individuals, and rescue groups get animals in need the care and homes they need. Today I’m going to tell you about two of them. One of them is a lot luckier than the other but they’re both special in their own way. I hope you’ll take the time to listen to their stories and help if you can.
In lieu of content…
I bring you pictures.
No, not pictures of me or Geoff or the kids. Pictures from the intertubes. Pictures of animals that look like ours. Why? Because I’m tired and I have work to do and I just finished day three of New Job and my brain is full. That’s why.
So enjoy, or something.
Smoky Hopkins-Michael 3/13/00 – 4/2/12
It has been a hell of a day. Late last night, or early this morning in all actuality, Smoky died in my arms. He was twelve years old.
All cats, all the time!
Just kidding folks, no need to stop reading the blog. I know we’ve been talking a lot about cats lately. I swear we’re not turning into ICHC. That’s just the way things have worked out lately.
Geoff and I stumbled upon this today and thought that it was worth sharing. If you can watch it without tearing up a bit you’re doing better than me.
Also known as, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”
Why we don’t have Facebook accounts
~Kelly & Geoff
Family visit
Yesterday we had the pleasure of a visit from my sister Liz and her kids, my nephews Will and Ben and niece Kate. We took them on a quick tour of Casa Dachshund. For the first time they had the chance to meet our cats, and it was interesting to see how everyone reacted. Scratch was his usual self, very friendly and outgoing, and so he greeted everyone. Bucky was in his favorite spot, in my old office chair near the front bay window. He did not even get up as far as I know. But surprisingly Smoky actually came out to greet everyone too.
The Books are Taking Over... 