I was going to try to write some holiday-appropriate words to accompany this animated image of our Christmas tree. But it’s 3:20 on Christmas Eve’s eve morning as I write this and I’ve been up since 2:41 and I’m just not feeling very jolly. I was brought from my sleep because our dog Shadow uncharacteristically …
Pretty much her standard operating position when she relaxes on my her desk. I call it the Reclining Mantis.
Pepper and Susan and I met Jigsaw on Super Bowl Sunday of 2004. Pepper, (left) was four years old, had been with me since August of 2001 and reigned as king of the one-bedroom apartment I lived in when I first moved to Silver Lake. Jiggy was about eight weeks of age when I went …
And once again whilst we decorated the Christmas tree, Susan has dressed Ranger in seasonally appropriate attire. But her expression below leaves me torn between whether she’s saying “Merry Christmas!” or “Get this ridiculous thing off me lest I seek my revenge upon any and all socks you dare leave upon the floor now and …
Following up on yesterday’s post about the new-and-improved birdbath, of course I set up a cam right beside it for a three-hour spell Sunday afternoon to capture any increase in avian activity. What follows is waaay too much proof that they like it, they really really like it: A sampling of the species sipping and …
A day after Patches gifted us with the live rat on Thursday (who died the next morning), Jiggy bestowed upon me a dead yellow-rumped warbler, and I knew the cute little critter’s untimely demise was all my fault. See, with a large planter pan about a year ago or so I established a bird bath …