Boston-based burlesque performer and writer, lives in a Victorian manor where it's Halloween all year round, with a giant white cat. http://missminamurray.wordpress.com
That sounds like a plot line on Our IX Lives!
She’s a sensitive soul.
I wonder if Sophie will be able to see the ghost cats like Puck and Tabitha can.
How exciting and mysterious! We know so little about Lady Jane.
Bartholomew is quite the yodeler. For the past couple of mornings he has begun at around quarter to 5. I took him downstairs so Albert’s Man could sleep, expecting to be entertaining him with laser pointer and cat dancer for a couple of hours. But he curled up next to me on the daybed and we both went to sleep.
Unbridled joy from Elvis. What a wonderful day!
Jan 20My monthly-or-so letter has arrived from Wicket. He has elaborated on his new friend at the Quinn Wildlife Rehabilitation Center. They are a small mammal, which surprises me to hear, but hopefully they know enough to stay out of talon’s reach from Wicket.
I certainly do, and I’m a fellow apex predator. Such is friendship between most apex predators, a wary understanding to keep one’s space and safety.
Save cats, who sleep atop of each other in piles I will never understand.
In any case, not much more to mention. They continue to refuse to feed him live meat for absolutely understandable reasons, unless you are stubborn to understand reasonable things, like Wicket. Once he’s fixated on something, he tends to be very exasperating about it.
I, for one, enjoy raw meat. I don’t need the hunt to enjoy my food, raw and purchased for me is just fine. That Man gets it for me from the grocery store. It comes on a prim little styrofoam tray he won’t let me eat.
I shall ask Wicket if he has tried potato chips before… I can’t imagine owls care for potato chips, but it’s a way to force them into the conversation.
1:29AM Alas, another ordinary midnight passed uneventfully. Not a magical creature in sight. Perhaps tomorrow!
4:44PM Thank you for the kind words about my long shuttered podcast last week. You were all very kind.
4:48PM Does anyone out there know of interesting winter cryptid legends? I’d love to learn more about cryptids that come with snowfalls, but have limited access to wanting-to-go-outside-when-it-is-cold.
11:57PM The hour draws to midnight. This is my favorite time of the day. That quick thinning between one day to the next opens all sorts of opportunities for strange happenings and wonder to present themselves. Perhaps tonight will bring an imp. Or a house-brownie to the kitchen!
11:58PM It would be marvelous to have a house-brownie. The floors swept, the clock wound. I do not have any shoes for them to polish, but that Man works hard enough. He serves a small saucer of honey oatmeal and polished shoes to come upon each morning.
OT: Many Tweets from Dr. Scuttles!