At first glance –which was passing quick, as he jaywalked across a four-lane highway while we came to a stop near the traffic light– he looked like a hobo. A…
One of Monsieur Meow’s favorite "games" when we come back to visit family seems to be one we’ve come to refer to as the "What Used To Be Here" game.…
It did not occur to me that the $2.49 ream of construction paper –purchased on a whim for Herr Meow’s entertainment because it sounded like a good deal for 96…
I am sitting, watching the sunset’s last purple fingers disappear through a thicket of Monterey pines and cypresses and of live oaks. Meanwhile, the joyous strains of politics and Washington…
Hi again, Internets, You remember that post of a few days ago, where I whined non-specifically? Well, I tend to do that sometimes because I don’t know how to tackle…
You know… I’m not going to whine about writer’s block. I think I have plenty to write about– and no, Miss Gracie May (the cat!), your wheedling and moaning and…
The picket sign under the red, jumbled mass read something along the lines of, "This was not a mistake. THIS WAS MY GRANDSON!!!" All I can do at that point…
Thank you Dr. King: the world is better because you lived and dreamed. Thank you Dr. King: America is a better country because you lived and dreamed. Thank you Dr.…
I don’t want to dwell on this, but I ….bla bla bla. ( Ahem. Yes. this is an edit. Sorry, aggregator readers– you get the undiluted stupidity, and I can’t…
A few days ago on the Post there was an article of such abysmal and embarrassing whininess that it left the Meowhold speechless. If you would like to peruse said…
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