the cats sleep
0 Comments Published by Dave Terry on Saturday, March 28, 2009 at 3/28/2009 07:23:00 PM.
Since our cats didn't grow up together they are always fighting. I don't understand it. We have enough food for the both of them. There is plenty of space in the house for the two of them. Both of them we cuddle. We even have separate dishes for them, in separate places, by separate doors. But none of that seems to matter.
They hiss through dagger teeth and slap with razor claws and finally fall asleep exhausted within three yards of each other. So far, no blood has been spilled but there are some claw marks in my leather ottoman where one of them missed a slice through the air. Stupid cats.
And now they are just as cute as kittens, Snickers has one paw over his eyes and Chips is curled in a ball next to the door, breathing deeply.
Why can't they just get along?
Next time I'm going to get chickens.
...dave
Do not put statements in the negative form.
They hiss through dagger teeth and slap with razor claws and finally fall asleep exhausted within three yards of each other. So far, no blood has been spilled but there are some claw marks in my leather ottoman where one of them missed a slice through the air. Stupid cats.
And now they are just as cute as kittens, Snickers has one paw over his eyes and Chips is curled in a ball next to the door, breathing deeply.
Why can't they just get along?
Next time I'm going to get chickens.
...dave
Do not put statements in the negative form.
Labels: cats
Stop the blogs, I want to get off.
3 Comments Published by Dave on Wednesday, March 25, 2009 at 3/25/2009 09:18:00 PM.
I don't know about you but I spend way too much time browsing the blogs, especially the sketch blogs. I just can tear myself away it seems.
I wonder if there is an BA (blogs autonomous) help group?
I simply drool over some of the tallent I see out there. Instead, I should be drawing, NOT reading.
I was reading Jennifer Kraska's photostream, not really a blog I know, I know, but just as absorbing. What fantastic talent.
"Just one more page." I tell myself. Then an hour later I realize I'm late for work.
Stop the blogs, I want to get off.
...dave
Don't ring for death. Knock on his door and run. He hates that.
I wonder if there is an BA (blogs autonomous) help group?
I simply drool over some of the tallent I see out there. Instead, I should be drawing, NOT reading.
I was reading Jennifer Kraska's photostream, not really a blog I know, I know, but just as absorbing. What fantastic talent.
"Just one more page." I tell myself. Then an hour later I realize I'm late for work.
Stop the blogs, I want to get off.
...dave
Don't ring for death. Knock on his door and run. He hates that.
Labels: blog, illustrated journal, sketch
The rain patters outside my window. Like little padded feet the droplets drum the leaves and I feel warm inside.
The rain pauses for a moment, all is quiet, but then it returns with a maddening roar, increasing for a time, hurling water at the defenseless plants in a deafening crescendo. But not for long, it subsides again, exhausted for the moment. Waiting for a time until it can gather energy for another return.
Being inside on a rainy day is one of life's pleasures, a simple thing.
The only element that could make this experience better is a cup of piping hot, crude oil, black coffee.
And so I fetch me a cup. It's as black as a moonless night in the mountains. What could be simpler?
It's quiet now, it's just 5:30 a.m. No one is stirring. All is quiet in the house, except for the burping of the final water through the coffee maker, and of course, the sound of the rain. It's gentle now.
I can hear only a faint hum of the notebook I type on, but only when I pause to think. When I start up again, there is just the sound of the clicking keys.
I type into my text window, but other windows appear beneath, tempting me to click on yet another site on the net. Some windows still show moving images from the various web sites I've visited this morning. I've visited many. One window shows 75 simple things people enjoy most.
For example, people enjoy breakfast with a friend, tea in a park, or bicycling through their neighborhood. These things cost little, is available to just about anyone, but most of all, they bring great satisfaction.
Interestingly, people who win lotteries still find that that the simple things in life bring the most joy.
And that all makes sense to me. If I had all the money in the world and spent a month buying whatever I wanted, what would I do next?
Buy more stuff? Yeah, why not?
I think I need a new bicycle and a new neighborhood.
...dave
If you eat a live frog in the morning, nothing worse will happen to either of you for the rest of the day.
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The rain pauses for a moment, all is quiet, but then it returns with a maddening roar, increasing for a time, hurling water at the defenseless plants in a deafening crescendo. But not for long, it subsides again, exhausted for the moment. Waiting for a time until it can gather energy for another return.
Being inside on a rainy day is one of life's pleasures, a simple thing.
The only element that could make this experience better is a cup of piping hot, crude oil, black coffee.
And so I fetch me a cup. It's as black as a moonless night in the mountains. What could be simpler?
It's quiet now, it's just 5:30 a.m. No one is stirring. All is quiet in the house, except for the burping of the final water through the coffee maker, and of course, the sound of the rain. It's gentle now.
I can hear only a faint hum of the notebook I type on, but only when I pause to think. When I start up again, there is just the sound of the clicking keys.
I type into my text window, but other windows appear beneath, tempting me to click on yet another site on the net. Some windows still show moving images from the various web sites I've visited this morning. I've visited many. One window shows 75 simple things people enjoy most.
For example, people enjoy breakfast with a friend, tea in a park, or bicycling through their neighborhood. These things cost little, is available to just about anyone, but most of all, they bring great satisfaction.
Interestingly, people who win lotteries still find that that the simple things in life bring the most joy.
And that all makes sense to me. If I had all the money in the world and spent a month buying whatever I wanted, what would I do next?
Buy more stuff? Yeah, why not?
I think I need a new bicycle and a new neighborhood.
...dave
If you eat a live frog in the morning, nothing worse will happen to either of you for the rest of the day.
Theoretically Related Posts
Labels: illustrated journal, simple things, sketch