Category Archives: The Cats


We don’t have TV.

We have a TV, but we don’t actually get any channels. Not even the basic ones. This is fine with me because I’m sure we’d spend a lot more time on the couch if we had Dish or digital or cable or whatever it is that people have these days. (It’s been about twelve years since I’ve been in the TV market.)

What this means is that on Monday and Tuesday evenings, Owen and I go next door and watch Dancing With the Stars with our neighbors-slash-landlords. They are super-nice people and it is great fun.

But they have cats.

What does that have to do with anything? you might say to yourself if you’ve followed this blog for an extended period and therefore know that we also have cats.

What it has to do with is that Mowgli is sick. Very, very sick.

I didn’t even know that cats could get sick. I mean, I know they can get horrible things like Feline AIDS or leukemia or cancer, but I didn’t know they could get just a plain old cold. Only in the cat world they call it an “upper respiratory infection”.

Whatever it is, Mowgli has it. The poor little guy has boogers billowing from his nostrils almost constantly like two tiny yellow balloons. He occasionally coughs, but mostly he just sounds like a mini Darth Vader walking around the house, trying to breathe.

I wipe his tiny nose for him and he gurgles and blows snot bubbles and meows pitifully.

Cat boogers

Cat boogers.

The thing about it is that URIs are contagious from cat to cat. (So far Jackie is fine.) So we’ve been quarantined to our side of the house until Mowgli is feeling better.

And no DWTS for me. At least not in real time.

So, instead of posting a longer blog entry…I’m going to go watch this week’s episode on so that I can write and post my (admittedly late) recap tomorrow.

If you feel like reading more, however, hop on over to lovely Mrs. Mike’s blog, The Year After. After much patience on her part, she finally received the Fall Favorites package I sent her and she wrote a really cute post about it, complete with even cuter pictures of her son Maks.

Oh yeah, and remember that amazing apron she made me? She’s started selling them on her Etsy site. AND she makes purses now, too. So go check it out.

She’s awesome.


Another Catalyst

My girl-cat’s name is Jackie. She doesn’t put up with shit.

Jackie Beans

It’s pretty much her way or the highway. But I love her anyway.

Actually, I think that’s why I love her.

It is also why I call her…

Sleeping BeautyGirl

Little Girl

Pretty Girl

Baby Girl

Silly Girl

Jackie Ann

Jackie BeansJackie and the dog tags







Jackie at the sinkChick



Water Baby



Witchasaurus Rex

That’s Considered Encatment

My boy-cat’s name is Mowgli. That’s from The Jungle Book.

He puts up with a lot, too.

Mowgli with dog bone

Not least of which is all the snuggling I subject him to.

Oh yeah, and the names I come up with for him. These include, but are not limited to:







Boo BearMowgli squints



Bug Face

Messy Face

The Mindless Meower


BudMowgs and Tdy






Little Baby

Baby Kitty

Did I mention he’s a good snuggler?