When Gizzie decides you are his, he goes everywhere with you. That includes helping the man he picked for his Cat Daddy drive the UHaul when we came here from Michigan. Imagine that lap full of Gizzie and trying to drive. I think that lasted five minutes. We had to put him in his carrier … Continue reading Just Don’t Let Gizzie Drive!
I think I've mentioned before that Gizzie was initially raised by a dog. Specifically, Jack was a Wheaten Terrier. He was 9 when Gizzie was born. Jack seemed to know he needed a dad. It was so cute seeing Gizzie follow him around. Jack was clearly proud of him. He taught him everything he knew … Continue reading Gizzie’s Daddy, Jack.
My husband is big on war movies. After my episodes overseas and working hand-in-hand with the victims of war, it makes me very uncomfortable and both causes a level of heartbreak and brings acute grief still today after 25 years. He's a red white and blue 'Murican. My own perspective is more global even though … Continue reading War Movies
We (actually not I) never heard of Steve Goodman?? He wrote City of New Orleans and Lincoln Park Pirates. He recorded and sang Fogerty's Centerfield and Prine's Dear Abby. He was a part of every Chicagoan's growth in the 1970s all the way to today. Don't ever tell me you don't know these songs. Never … Continue reading For Shame!
Gizzie has had a morning. It's apparently a wash-the-sheets day. Sometime in the wee hours he silently left a hairball on the sheets at my feet. It's his ritual. It's often tricky to get past it in order to put my feet on the floor, but it's not impossible. This is one of his ways … Continue reading Babycats