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Truman, Gone To Blue

On yet another sad note, Truman disappeared. I don’t know what happened to him. One evening he was there, trilling away as he did when you petted him and the next day he was gone. I suspect an owl, he was just a kitten. The loss of someone you loveRead More …

Flannery and Chaplin, Gone To Blue

On a sad note, Chaplin, mentioned in an earlier post, didn’t make it. One moment he was scampering about as any kitten will and within a day he was gone. More recently, Flannery, one of six kitties that showed up on my doorstep awhile back, was hit by a car.Read More …

Back to Back

Sometimes you have bad weeks. And then you have weeks that really suck big time. The last four or five years have sucked big time for me, more or less, but this last week has been a doozy. Spook went to blue on Sunday. Last night my little Manx, theRead More …

Get back, Honky Cat

I seem to remember reading somewhere that life runs in seven year cycles. Or maybe that’s skin cells. Whatever. If it is life, then I seem to be riding out a seven year death cycle that won’t end until 2011. The death of hope, the death of dreams, death, IRead More …

Grey-Boy

It’s been my experience that when you move with cats, you’ll lose one. I had hoped that wouldn’t happen in this case, there’s been way too much loss already, but it did. Grey-boy, who was a girl, went to blue on Wednesday. She was barely a year old, came whenRead More …

Booth, Gone to Blue

He showed up at the kitchen door at the house in Guerneville in 1996. He could be cantankerous and at times a bit of a bully but I remember a time, a dark time, that his crackling meow, much like the sound glass might make in cracking, kept me inRead More …

Reject! Unbelievable Plot

Dear Mr. EJ Thank you for the submission of your manuscript. Though the work is skillfully crafted and the writing superb, I fear I must pass. Were this a work of Science Fiction, which I do not represent, it’s possible you could find a market but, as mainstream fiction, IRead More …

Give Heaven Hell, George

Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits, George Carlin is dead. I get up at 4:30 in the morning. On weekdays it’s work related. On the weekends it’s the cats. As any servant of the feline knows, cats don’t do weekends. My usual routine at that hellish hour isRead More …

Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Gone To Blue

Kurt Vonnegut Jr. November 11, 1922 – April 11, 2007 I’ve read everything the man ever published, most numerous times. Indeed, I’ve read Breakfast of Champions every year for the last 30 years. He was one of the greatest influences on my own writing. I will miss him. “Everything thatRead More …

Jack Reacher Never Fails

Nor do Bosch or Cole or John Rain. Suspense/Thriller is the primary genre I read, with the occasional foray into most everything else. Well, I haven’t tried chick-lit yet though I did a run through a gay romance novel by my friend Marlys Pearson awhile back. It didn’t make meRead More …

Mike Hammer – DOA

Mickey Spillane is dead. I’m not sure why this makes me sad. He was 88. That’s a goodly number of years to inhabit the planet. He published a lot of books in his time here, most of which I ate up on my erratic way through childhood. I doubt I’veRead More …

Flowers and Flying Lessons

Spring has sprung. Well, here in Albuquerque there was never really a winter, leastwise not the sort of winter I’m used to; wet, cold, dark. Here it got cold but it was a dry cold and not so hard on the old bones. And the Sun! This is the firstRead More …

The Doubtful Guest

Here comes the floodWe will say good-bye to flesh and blood.~Peter Gabriel Is death any easier to bear if the death is not that of a human? Is it easier to bear if the death was necessary? A kindness? An act of mercy? Does the decision to end the lifeRead More …

Feral When I Wanna Be

Shortly after I moved into the house I bought in Guerneville, CA, oh these long ten years ago, a rather badly battered tomcat showed up on my doorstep. His ear was torn up, the side of his face deeply gouged and scratched. He growled and hissed when I came near.Read More …