Learning about life, love, and using the oven.

Blogville Furriends Gone But Not Forgotten. Used Cats R Better Than Used Cars. Autobiography of a Former Shelter Cat. Oh My Ceiling Cat! .

Because that food is clearly better than mine. Then the gate goes up. I hate that gate! Well time to stop writing. My Mom and Dad are coming home soon! July 9, 2012.

The Cats That Own Us, part 3. This is a story about Zorah, Tribble, Zorable, a black marble bengal, he came to us as a returned 6 month old. He had been returned to the breeder, as a problem cat with a fixation on bread. The breeder is not set up for housing cats that are not breeding; therefore Zorah was housed in a cage most of the time. She had had several couples say they were interested, but then back out or not show up to view him. Soon he settled into our household.

So Long and Thanks for All the Flesh. A great big thank you to everyone who checked out any of my posts here, left a comment, shared, reblogged, etc.

Lala is the song in my heart. In Anecdotes of an Undertaker. I have always liked children, even before I had my own; I coached others in sports, and spent a good deal of time with my nieces and nephews. Miles and I decided to start our family while decorating our Christmas tree. A family member had asked when we were going to have kids. I supposed we just figured we were ready. In Anecdotes of an Undertaker.