Wedding Ring

Over the weekend Ellie’s cat, Tilly, decided to start playing with my wedding ring which I had left on the counter while I showered. No one was around to watch her and stop her. She played and played with it and then it disappeared. It was at that moment when I realized how attached I had become to wearing the ring. More than the ring, I was attached to what it advertised and it scares me to think I would go an indefinite amount of Continue reading →


I’m not sure anyone really knows how old Marley is. My brother can pull a year out of the air, but he never seems quite sure he knows the right year. The vet has an estimate based on her mouth, but she emphasized that it’s only an estimate. I only know when she came to me. Marley has had an interesting life. My brother, I think, got her as a kitten. Then when I was I college, he handed her off to me. When I Continue reading →

My Marley is a Sick Cat

If you’ve read much of anything on this site, you know I have an overly healthy love for my cat. She has been in my care for the past six years (though for the time I was in Ukraine, friends and family looked after her). I like to think the two of us have been through a lot together and we are there for each other, more as equals and friends than the parent/child relationship most people seem to have with their loved pets. When Continue reading →

Walking the Cat

Recently, Ellie and I have tried to get out of the apartment as much as possible because the weather has been nicer and we both have cabin fever from the longer Winter than usual in recent years. We try to walk for a bit before dinner when possible, just to stretch the legs. On the weekends, we search for geocaches. Any excuse to move is a good excuse. Marley, however, we neglected and is why we decided to start walking the cat. Now, I’ve heard about Continue reading →

Cat Grooming

Oh my god! I think I just came to the realization that this leading lady:  …Doesn’t lick me because she spent time with dogs and picked up their odd dog habits but in fact she licks me because she finds my personal grooming habits inadequate to her own. Maybe she did the math and calculated how much time she spends on her own grooming each day and decided that I should too. It all makes sense now!

This is Life, Living Alone

I am starting to have an unhealthy obsession with This Old House. I just want to keep watching to see how the houses look when they’re completed. Adding PBS on demand to my NES XBMC was both the best and worst decision of this week. On an unrelated note, Marley has a new friend:  Also, I cooked some broccoli today, go read about it.

The Internet is for Cats

I take too many photos of my cat. I’m becoming that guy. I feel less ashamed if I share them with people. Not by shoving my phone in people’s face saying things like, “Look at my cat, isn’t she the most adorable?” No, I choose to show them by either texting them the photos at 7am or by posting them here. You’re welcome internet. [pe2-gallery class=”alignleft” ] [pe2-image src=”” href=”″ caption=”20130209_084025.jpg” type=”image” alt=”20130209_084025.jpg” ][pe2-image src=”” href=”″ caption=”20130201_070622.jpg” type=”image” alt=”20130201_070622.jpg” ][pe2-image src=”” href=”″ caption=”20130127_115018.jpg” type=”image” alt=”20130127_115018.jpg” Continue reading →

The Ballad of Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway is a dick. No joke. Oh, I know at first he seems like he’s just a cute little guy braving the world on his own and forging new paths, but once you bring him into your home all you can think about is how to get him to leave. But really, you don’t want him to leave. You want to protect him and give him the things that he can’t have on the outside. With you, he’ll be safe from the world. He’ll Continue reading →