The winter pits me against my cat. This is a conversation I have almost every day with Cookie.

[I walk up to Cookie as she is scratching at my glass door.]

Me: You do not want to go out there, it’s cold.

Cookie: You’re a liar, clearly it is nice spring weather. Now, let me out.

Me: There’s nothing to hunt out there,  there’s snow on the ground.

Cookie: LAIR!! Let me out, or I’m puking on your boots.

Me: Fine, you can go out there, but I’m not letting you back inside in 20 minutes, you can just freeze.

Cookie: Whatever.

[I let her out and, sure enough, she comes back 10-15 minutes later. Despite my warning not to, I let her in.]

Cookie: Dude, warn a cat when it’s cold out there. And did you know that snow is made out of water. Well, I do now. Thanks a lot.

Me: I TOLD YOU!!

Cookie: Whatever, I’m going to go take a nap in the clean laundry. Wake me in the middle of the night, when it’s time to start fighting with the other cats and keep you up for an hour. I take particular joy in that activity.

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I am reaching back into some of my archives to finish out the year in photos. Mainly because I don’t have anything new, and I have no plans for the rest of the year.  I title this one “I am a cat, your argument is invalid.”

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I took Oreo to a dog park this weekend. This picture shows some of the mayhem involved. A note- Oreo looks a little unsure in this photo, in fact, he was trying to scout out a place for him to sniff.

Remember when I was all about my ‘Soul Bowl’? Yeah, now that I am working from home and spend most of my days sitting at my kitchen table working from my laptop, this is now my view. Awesome.

Venus has a protector.

We have a new addition to our home. An eight-week old kitten that we have named Venus. Or as I like to call her More-shit-for-me-to-take-care-of. There are a TON of photos here.

You may know my cat Cookie, who I’ve written about here, here, and featured here? That  little ball of fuzz that doesn’t even meow, she squeaks- that is how cute this cat is.  The other night, Cookie brings me a gift. A cute baby bunny IN THE THROES OF DEATH CLUTCHED IN HER TEETH. Right to the screen door, not even kidding. So I did want any animal lover would do- I shooed her away and yelled at her to eat it somewhere else. Which immediately caused her to put the (STILL ALIVE) twitching bunny down by my door and walk around for a few minutes. Every watch a cute helpless baby bunny die slowly, yeah, well, it wasn’t on my to-do list either.

Finally (FINALLY) she picked the bunny back up and carried it out of sight. Next morning, I was informed that all that was left were some legs and backend. I don’t know how this 6lb. cat eats all that, but, still…ewww.

Since my separation/divorce, I have not missed having a man around the house too much. Except for right that moment.

I say again….ewww.