It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new.
But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful.
There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
Alan Cohen
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
Groucho Marx
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live.

Friday, February 14, 2014


She can sit in the palm of your hand ..
She might weight 3 lbs.
She is blue/grey and has huge yellow eyes.
She sounds hoarse when she meows.
She snuffles .
She sneezes but only in your face.
She is endlessly fascinated by the birds at the feeder outside the glass doors.
She takes cat naps at the drop of a hat.
She was up until about 2 am last night, playing with a thread on the carpet, attacking imaginary creatures on the bed, running then sliding on the floors and generally irritating the **** out of me.
I put her in her box.
She cried.
I put her in the other bathroom.
 I wanted to cry.
I put her back in my bed and talked to her about Me needing Sleep.
She said OK and went to sleep.

This morning I woke to purring and something warm and furry under my chin, around my neck.

She is not that impressed with the fact that IF we had to get out of the house right now, it would be
impossible, snow is up over the steps, doors are blocked, I can't think about it or claustrophobia will take over.

She is charming and cute and irritating and adorable and soft and sweet and a lifesaver.
I lost my Valentine .. I guess Minette will be my new sweetheart.

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