New Home for Kittehs?
Monado rescued two kittehs - Weez in yr couch, hidin' wid yr pennehs! - who need a home. I can't take them; I have two already, and I'm nowhere near the Greater Toronto area, but if you are, or if you're close to the region from the Niagara Peninsula to Oshawa or Barrie, you might consider giving one or both of these tykes (and/or their momma) a home. Assuming, of course, you can find camo kittehs.
Incidentally, Monado's Science Notes is a great blog - check out her post on rapid butterfly evolution (as opposed to punctuated equilibrium). It's nice to know that somebody as well informed as she is can make the same mistake confusing the two ideas, because I have, and have done it repeatedly. (I need to be more clear about P.E. before I can proceed with The Extended Phenotype posts.)
Monado gets massive sistah respect from me for her precision as a technical writer, whereas I am rather a mess. But I swear, Monado, I can have "arms and legs akimbo" - or at least arms and feet akimbo. I can prove it. I'll have to show people sometime (then I can go to Blanche's Halloween party as Helena.) Ah, the joys of being knock-kneed!
Incidentally, Monado's Science Notes is a great blog - check out her post on rapid butterfly evolution (as opposed to punctuated equilibrium). It's nice to know that somebody as well informed as she is can make the same mistake confusing the two ideas, because I have, and have done it repeatedly. (I need to be more clear about P.E. before I can proceed with The Extended Phenotype posts.)
Monado gets massive sistah respect from me for her precision as a technical writer, whereas I am rather a mess. But I swear, Monado, I can have "arms and legs akimbo" - or at least arms and feet akimbo. I can prove it. I'll have to show people sometime (then I can go to Blanche's Halloween party as Helena.) Ah, the joys of being knock-kneed!
posted by Kristine | Thursday, July 19, 2007
9 Comments:
Cat doesn't play well with others...she likes the whole place to herself.
I think my cats are reading my mail.
That's ridiculas - everyone knows that if you traveled back to the pre-cambrian era and accidentally stepped on a butterfly, Bush would not be president right now!
I'm already harboring a cat in an apartment that I am not supposed to.
I think my cats may be reading my e-mail.
Uh, there were butterflies in the pre-cambrian? ;-) What did they live on, milk and honey?
Rev. Barky, I didn't know you were a cat fancier. Someday I'll have to introduce you to Twyla and the vomit machine.
Vomitty has a great personality.
Oh, excuse my lack of accuracy in archaeological periods, but it just sounded good at the moment.
I had Agatha and Christy for 20 years, and they just passed away last year. Of course I just can't go too long without a cat - there just isn't anything that takes the place of taking a nap on the couch with a feline curled up on your chest.
Don't mind me. Sorry if I was catty about the pre-Cambrian. :-)
That's too bad about your kitties - what great names!
Re felines with weak internal workin's: one of my cats had such a penchant for regurgitation that I titled her Baroness von Barfenpuker.
This little lady was one beautiful tortoise shell Persian. In her younger days, she didn't have the problem. Her name: Arwen Evenstar.
Scotius
You have the greatest names for your cats.
Yup, little Ar Star was with me for sixteen years. Of an evening, I'd call in Gemini and Arwen. She'd come bounding across the yard. Reflecting the porch light, her eyes looked like two little jewels bouncing along the grass.
"Two little jewels- Silmarils perhaps?
Scotius
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