Happy Independence Day, Canadians and Americans!
Bath Cat
Some of you may be wondering if i’m some kind of cat-torturer, or if we just have a nutty cat. Neither, really. I’m actually allergic to my lovely cats, and one of the things allergic people can do to decrease the dander is bathe them occasionally. So from a very young age, the boys have been getting baths. I use a combination of made-for-pets cat shampoo and an anti-dander rinse.
I’m not going to say they like it, but they’re used to it. And distracted sometimes by rubber duckies.
Once they’re out, and towel-dried, they proceed to lick themselves thoroughly – and replace all the dander. Of course. But still, it helps. So does the Zyrtec-D that I take.
Spring Cleaning, Feline Variation
Okay, so we’re a little late for spring cleaning. Like three years too late. What we need is a wife.
Hot Pussy
gotcha!
This is our big Endymion, trying to keep cool.
Kitty in a Window
Aeneas watching Betty leave for the NCTE Board meeting in DC.
Happy Memorial Day, everyone!
Glamourous Friday Cat
Here’s me at my desk, trying to work, with Aeneas telling me its time to take a break. Or feed him. Or scratch him. But enough of the gender stuff, mom.
Happy Birthday to Us!
Betty and I are both turning 36 today – yes, same day, same year. Us, and Little Stevie Wonder. So go on, put on a copy of Sir Duke, really loud, and sing along:
Music is a world within itself
With a language we all understand
With an equal opportunity
For all to sing, dance and clap their hands
But just because a record has a groove
Don’t make it in the groove
But you can tell right away at letter A
When the people start to move
Music knows it is and always will
Be one of the things that life just won’t quit
But here are some of music’s pioneers
That time will not allow us to forget
For there’s Basie, Miller, Satchmo
And the king of all Sir Duke
And with a voice like Ella’s ringing out
There’s no way the band can lose
Can’t you feel it all over?
& for those of you who notice, here are the boys, looking bored that it’s not their birthday:
Apologies Again
Apologies once again for not being where I was supposed to be; I’d been looking forward to being on a plenary panel this morning with Eli Clare, Yosenio Lewis, and Betsy Driver to talk about “Alliances, Umbrellas, Coalitions?” in the trans community. I had a lot to say, too – since there were no other workshops that discussed either crossdressers or partners in the rest of this weekend’s conference.
I’ll eventually put my thoughts together and post them here, since once I thought about the subject I realized I had quite a lot to say.
In the
meantime, I fear I’ve managed to get Betty sick as well, and we’re not sure either of us is going to make it to the scheduled party for the NCTE tonight; nor will I make (I doubt) the screening of Susan Stryker’s documentary Screaming Queens, which I was very much looking forward to seeing (as we’d seen a teaser cut of it at Fantasia Fair last year).
On top of everything else, I’ve gotten worse, not better, as my stomach is now in revolt (from all the painkillers, aspirin, and anti-biotics.) The cats, however, encourage me to nap, which is about the only time I don’t feel like hell.
(^ Me with the cats, on a day where I felt much better than I do today.)
Sleeping Kitty Mess
this one’s for Trish:
Urban Cat Tree
