My very own pussy riot …


It’s been close to 40 years since I’ve lived without a cat in my life and I’m shocked at how “still” and lifeless my apartment is.

Eerily, uncomfortably so, to be honest. I’m amazed at the energy these little critters bring. For a while now I’ve said — to myself mostly — that Bartlett (my last to go, just last Wednesday, pictured here) would be it for me.

But now I’m not so sure.

In my early years I wanted a dog and while it took my dad and me quite a while to convince my mother, I did finally get my wish, although truth be told, Tosca’s heart belonged to her. He liked us well Continue reading

Day 281. Judgement Day

I recently watched an interview with Simon Cowell, he of X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent and American Idol fame.  It was a repeat, but I never saw it the first time it invisibleaired.  Not so sure I would have watched it this time, to be perfectly honest, if there’d been anything else worth watching on TV.

Not that I was obliged to watch television.  It’s not like I had nothing else to do.  I was just in the mood for it.  And he was as good as it got, at the time.

What have I got against him?  Nothing really, other than I don’t think he has to be as mean-spirited and cruel as he usually is, when he’s judging those talent (or the lack there of) shows.  Don’t get me wrong.  He can spot talent.  I do respect his standards.  I have high standards myself.  But I think you can be discerning, honest and kind at the same time.

Polite, too.  You can also be polite at the same time.  He’s often very rude.  Another characteristic of his I can live without.

But he did say something very interesting at the end of the show, which made it worth watching.  I’m paraphrasing here, but essentially he said when the time came for him (and others) to look back and reflect on his life, he hoped his presence here on earth will have meant something. He hoped, at the very least, people would agree he stood for something.  That his life Continue reading