Fleabus, post-vet visit yesterday. The Best Cat Ever hates doctors more than I do. I cuddle her for half an hour then put her in the bathroom five minutes before vet arrives. She knows. She howls while vet first does Napoleon then Olive then Jess then Rosie then Stanley. Order is always the same, easiest to hardest. If Fleabus wasn't locked in the bathroom she'd have ferreted herself somewhere in the house and we'd never find her (or find her and bleed trying to extract her). The vet finishes with Stanley, sighs OK, grabs his leather cat gloves (the size and thickness of welders'), his cat straitjacket, heads for the bathroom. Grunts and screams, screams and hisses. Shampoo bottles fall. Out comes vet with blue bag of Fleabus. Prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen on a cat, says vet. Stomach prodded, eyes, ears, and teeth examined, shots administered, released. I cuddle her for half an hour.
- The vet does not like the name Fleabus.
- In the weeds.
- On the failure of movements and the damage we do to ourselves.
- You're gonna reap what you sow.
- The problem of hyper-liberalism.
- The hiring of right-wing cranks.
- When Easter Sunday is April Fool's Day.
- Do flashbacks work in literature?
- Dirty bomb with persistent radionuclides cuisine.
- Why I keep two mortuary blogrolls - sometimes someone comes back to life.
- Some of yinz, I keep you on living blogrolls, you're gonna end up in a mortuary.
- More dying than new living I'm finding. If there's someone / someplace you think I'd like / benefit from reading, please let me know.
- If you are Kinding me but me not you, please let me know.
- Is the next Nobel Prize winner in literature tending bar in Australia? Excellent article on Murnane.
- So odd - somedays I merely get Murnane, somedays I love Murname, as in same novel, yesterday, today, tomorrow.
- On writing novels.
- UPDATE! New at other joint.
- New Guided by Voices!
[DEAR ANGRY MOB]
Dear Angry Mob,
Oak Wood Trail is closed to you. We
feel it unnecessary to defend our position,
for we have always thought of ourselves
(and rightly, I venture) as a haven for
those seeking a quiet and solitary
contemplation. We are truly sorry
for the inconvenience.
PS Ofttimes as the day ends
on a wet bed of yellow leaves
or the sky densens gray and dark
I am brought to imagine
the growing disquiet
in the hearts of my countrymen