Staring at my phone, waiting for my thumbs to do their thing, and I find myself short of words. Again. Perhaps the prose will better flow upon the morrow.

This is an older picture, I don’t actually have a sunbeam this morning. I do have some coffee, though. And that helps. It is Monday, and that means…. something, I’m sure. I know it does not mean I can make words happen. I am definitely struggling to make the words do the sentences and the…

Soooooo, these aren’t cats. They’re not even catfish. But they are pretty! However, you may want to double check my translation. My Latin is a bit rusty, mostly on account of I’ve never taken Latin. I found these wet dudes hanging out in a pond (duh…) at the Fredrik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park. However,…

Popo is at the upper limits of the pumpkin’s capacity. But he fits. Short ramble today. Busy schedule. Lots of stuff. And things.

Why isn’t there any people-nip? Sure, we have all kinds of substances designed or discovered to alter the senses, body, and mind. But they always require some form of ingestion. Why don’t humans get a plant we can just roll around in to make us happy? Why can’t we just stuff a pillow full of…

Good morning, friends and families. It is Thursday, so the plants get watered. But garbage does not go out because nobody worked on Monday so that half of Thursday gets postponed until tomorrow. Don’t forget to half-thursday on Friday. Writing is hard work. It takes dedication. And sacrifice. Today, for example, I have not yet…

I used to hate meetings, but now I really enjoy them. The secret is replacing all the other humans with a cat. Productivity is up. Office morale is up. And I almost never interact with middle management at all!! If I were getting paid for this, it would be perfect! But, we’re going to have…

Regretfully, I must admit, this majestic fluffy monster is not named “Lord Whisker Britches”. I do not remember his name, and it is too early to contact his human to ask who he really is. So, for now, he is royalty. He is, however, a majestic fluffy monster of a cat. Many days (weeks?) ago,…

Channeling my inner Donne this morning. Because nothing says Memorial Day like 17th century Londonite poetry. And to all you American Lit snobs out there: No, it’s not a Hemingway reference. FlooferNoofer doesn’t have enough toes for that. I don’t have a lot of aimless caterwauling in my head right now, so you won’t be…

It’s raining, as is tradition for Memorial Day weekend. But that means I can’t mow the lawn. And it’s not that I love mowing and I’ll miss it and I’m sad, or anything. But now I have to find something else “productive” to do. It won’t be a challenging search, there’s a long list of…