I don't know how long they keep this page up.
21 years ago, after we broke up, Moria (then named Patricia) gave me a
cat for my birthday so I wouldn't be lonely. That cat made it until
late in 2010.
So this year, she has given me two cats for my birthday. Is this a
hint that we're about to break up?
Is it abuse to call the boycat "Dum"? That's the name that the rescue
foster gave him. Well, sort'a.
In the pictures, the pink nose is on the boy, and the black nose is on
The boy hasn't left the carry box yet. The girl is off exploring
somewhere -- I didn't see her leave, and don't know where she is. I'm
going to let them find me on their own time.
I used to own a mind like a steel trap.
Perhaps if I'd specified a brass one, it
wouldn't have rusted like this.