I beg to differ...

My kitties are totally impressed by cupcakes.

"You Can't Do That On Television" strikes again

Three: the number of times this week I've said "Honey, don't encourage the children" in reference to Mark meowing at the kittens in the morning when they want to be brushed.

Good Eats?

I have one spiral notebook for the book, and another one for all other writing ie: ideas for future projects. One in particular is a very bare bones listing of characters for a young adult novel. It's been sitting open on the living room floor for a month now so I can quickly jot down names like "The Nova Academy" or "Jaclyn 'Jack' Gregory" before they slip out of my head again.

Lately, Chaucer has taken to picking at the notebook, using his front (clawless) paws to knead it curling the pages in the process. Today I looked down and he was eating the page. Litererally chewing the bottom right corner and pulling pieces off like he was going to eat my story piece by piece.

It makes me wander if he thinks I'm paying too much attention to my computer and not enough to him.

Everywhere but the bathroom sink?

As many of you know Pippin likes to be in things. I woke up yesterday morning and I found him curled up asleep in the bathroom sink.

Pool Table Fiasco pt. 2

After six months of no one knowing how to make the table and slate fit together, the one thing Mark had been asking all long was what eventually worked — why not just drill new holes in the rails to accomodate the new slate holes? Simple enough. At least it's done now and Mark can releive some stress up there while I watch my shows.

And the first one to use it was Chaucer.