By accident, I realised that I have passed 600 followers today!
I don’t do this for fame, or massive amounts of followers, so this number is rather a surprise to me. I barely pay attention to stats these days – there are only about 20 of you who interact here consistently, and you are the ones I write for. So very happy to have you all.
Thank you very much to my 600th follower, TheLocomotingVet. Give her some love – most of us would appreciate having an actual veterinarian around online to share good advice.
Happy Christmas from Lumi, in Irish.
Bit blurry but hey, he isn’t yet seven months old and is like a little furry rocket. Lumi-zoomie!
And he looks more like a clown than a Christmas kitten, anyway.
Happy holidays to all of you, whatever form they take for you. Love from Spiders, iDJ, Lumi, Lokii and Neko.
Please help. My friend, met through blogging many years ago and now someone I would call a real friend, like so many of you.
Despite never having met in person, I love this woman. With all the hardships she has had over the last year with car troubles and housing issues – her cat suddenly becoming sick with no clear diagnosis is her top priority. Even a few dollars will help.
Methos looking out for his new human. Guardian Kitty.
And now – same precious kitty and same beloved girl. They have been best friends for her whole life. Please help, even 5 or 10 will add up. She misses her friend while he is in the veterinarian hospital, trying to find out what is wrong.
Please help my friend take care of her good kitty, and keep her daughter’s best friend around as long as possible.
Go Fund Me for Methos.
Three years ago, my best friend Socks visited Maine.
Who do I love that lives in Maine? Could it be my life-long hero Stephen King?
Well. Socks went to his house.
And took a beautiful photo of it.
And took an autumn leaf from the grounds outside the friggin’ awesome fence the King’s have around their property!
And framed them both up, and sent them to me.
One bookshelf out of four that are crammed full of King books and comics. Um, and wishbones. I save them. Seems like an appropriate place to store them! Of course, Socks’ framed photo and leaf had to live here, too.
Look at the gates! How awesome are they?
One of Stephen King’s leaves. How damn cool is that? Maybe one day I’ll meet him and totally creep HIM out by saying I have some of his property? Heh. I am a Constant Reader, but I don’t think I’d qualify as Number One Fan! That is pure cockadoodie.
Thank you again to Socks for this, I treasure it so much. You are the best friend ever.
I needed new work boots! As you can see. Exactly the same model, but so nice and shiny clean it seems a shame to beat them to hell, too. I managed to wear them from 9:30 to 4:15 today before I got sore. They just need to loosen up a bit. Condsidering that I have walked an average of 8km (5miles) a day at work this week, that isn’t a bad break-in time before I realised I might be heading toward blister-toes.
I’m married to a shoe-guy. He is also the shopper of the family. He is also really, really good at spotting a good, rare shoe at a great price. So now I have two beautiful sets of Doc Martens. I love that he knows me so well that he gets me amazing boots or kicks (sneakers) that I will actually wear! The black ones are called Coralie, quilted leather. The brown ones are…who knows. Now, I just need to be the kinda gal who changes her shoes three times a day so I can wear them all…
Downpatrick Head, one week ago today. This is my favourite place to go in County Mayo. Our shadows made it even better!
…about sharing bad news with friends is how they listen, commiserate, and then make jokes or be silly to make you smile.
Friends are precious beyond measure.
I’m not sure if I’ll share my bad news here or not – it’s life changing for my small family and a major shock. If you are a friend, email me and I’ll tell you.
In the meantime, here are my boys. Showing another way of being friends and one looking out for the other.
I was just petting Spot, our Bengal cat, and as I stoked him I commented on his single rosette marking, ‘His one rosette,’ I said to himself.
‘He has all the rosettes in my heart, though!’ says he.
I took this picture earlier in the week, as I thought Spot’s shoulder blades looked heart-shaped. The rosette is there, but rather fluffed up so not very distinct.
Got to love a man who unashamedly loves his cats.
Hubby came home early from the pub Saturday night.
He walked in the door, took a wobbly double take at me sitting in the living room, and promptly told me that I’m not allowed to talk to him because he is a ghost.
He’s a ghost because usually I wouldn’t have the opportunity to hear his random blather for another two hours, and I’d be asleep by then and avoid it entirely.
Somehow being an incorporeal being (instead of just, um, early home) made the most sense to him.
Love that nutter.