Technically, Ima Killer.

I saw a blur run and stop, and after seeing the birds gather ’round and angrily chirp, I knew that Gus had made a kill. Except he didn’t kill it. He taunted it for a while. A long while. The birds and my Calicos and I watched from afar. And waited. I silently begged Gus to just kill the poor thing. He walked away to get a beer. So I went and gathered the bird up and took it to my neighbor to put it out of this existence. Did I make the right decision? Was it for me to decide? What if it could have lived? Should I have let “nature run its course”? My nature couldn’t let it suffer any more.

The bird looked at me and clearly waited for me to decide. I think it had accepted its fate already. Also, next time I come across this I will do it myself instead of by proxy. One swift, quick…terrible. The Starlings are still waiting in the tree above the incident. I am impressed by their intense concern, or whatever it is called. Everything has a spirit, and we are all linked.

In another life, he was a…

I’m Only a Leo. Not a Cat.

I raised them the best I could, from the bottle to young cats. Who knew that Chi Chi Rodriguez Sanchez Munoz Gonzalez Ramirez would get some things that Magical Woodland Creature would not.

Proper Stalking:

Improper Stalking:

Beer before liquor…

Never been sicker. But let me tell you – the last three week’s episodes of Battlewhore have been so FANTASTIC, I am rendered speechless. Thank goodness for you. Again, we had pink margaritas – “Starbuck’s Pink.” I’m not sure what other nerds drink during the show (ice water?), but I think cocktails are the only way to go, and then a showing of Victor/Victoria. Also, I’m not as young as I used to be.

I have been neglecting my 1.5 readers, and I am sorry. Here are my excuses: Transition to a real job, consistent real job hours and real job day trips and also a potluck wherein I homemade something, fighting getting full-on sick, because fighting a cold for weeks is much better than getting sick (?) (I’m dubious, and also winded), and that other thing, and that other thing. But no worries! I am building up Fur Posse pictures for y’all despite their protests. And, I hope to post the super secret Starbuck’s Pink recipe. Exciting! Also, please come vacuum and do my errands for me, kthanks.

Princess

He has a suite in the living room, where he lounges only when I’m home. When I leave, he sprawls on my bed and lets his sisters paint his toenails. And he says to me, “My life ith tho hard, lady.”

What, I was totally fine with it.

So Friday night was Battlestar, of course. A mind-blowing episode where Edward James Olmos finally went Miami Vice on everybody, and I consumed pink margaritas. Let’s just name the weekly drink, Starbuck’s Pink. That’s right.

Then Saturday night was a big UFC fight (you know, cage fighting, mixed martial arts, homoeroticism) on pay per view, and the only place in all of this town that was playing it was a gentlemen’s club…Where I went, and watched it with a pitcher of Pabst. That’s right, a pitcher of Pabst in a strip club watching cage fighting on the big screen.

Then Sunday was the superbowl and I made Mexican food and turned my speakers up and napped for half the game.

Then I watched 2 episodes of The L Word and felt much better.