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Friday, October 04, 2002
Some scenes from Japanese kittenhood -- but everyone knows those old clamshell iBooks are old school. I'd be using a nice new snow iBook like mom...but I wouldn't hang out in the bathroom with it.

Wednesday, April 17, 2002
Fup confides, "They say the first oboe was carved to mimic Ah Choo's song — slippery as a bird's, but fuller, richer, rounder. Still today, the oboe's sound fills birds with an awful, unnamable dread." The Powell's bookstore cats have a much more literary web site than mine. They know why birds are so tantilizing, too.

Thursday, April 11, 2002
Sure, it's ok if they snuggle up and then end up wrestling, disturbing us as we try to sleep. But if little bro and I do that, we get yelled at and kicked out of bed.

Of course, Scout's attraction to his sock is a little weird.

Tuesday, March 19, 2002
I was able to drive the dog away. But I am very concerned that he might still be hanging around the neighborhood. I must get outside to be sure! Perhaps if I completely destroy the blinds in the house and tear up the bottom of the back door, they'll relent.

I promise not to get into a fight and run up hundreds in vet bills this time. Really!

Monday, February 25, 2002
Now it appears they have sent their dog here to live with us. It wasn't THAT much of an alliance!

It doesn't help that he gets to go outside all the time and I don't. Dumb dog. Can't even use a litter box. And when I try to use mine, he wanders over to try to see what I'm doing. How rude! A little privacy, please!

Monday, January 14, 2002
Well, those people with the dog have now created a miniature person, and the damned thing is a Black Hole for attention. When *I* shit on their clothes, it's yelling & screaming time; when the *kid* does it, it's like she just won the Nobel Prize. All of this, of course, forces a realignment of alliances, such that the dog is sort of on *our* side now. Weird! Still, she's pretty quiet.

Friday, November 16, 2001
Dad got one of these -- it's sorta cool, but not as satisfying as digging claws into naked flesh.