Several months ago, I posted this question to the intertubes: Would it be inhumane to spray Hooghly when she jumps on the table and countertops? I had a water gun, which I didn’t use because it was too intense. After trial and error, I purchased what I thought was the perfect solution: A little travel [...]
Internet, do us all a favor and shed a tear for my little Howrah-Muffin. She used to be the feral one of the two, ready to tear apart any rodent that dared cross her path. She could jump and balance and stalk to put the best of them to shame. Now… well, let’s just say [...]
You know, I’m not very much into gadgets. Or things. I’ve always been a thrift store maven, content to go hunting for mah stuffs than to spend exorbitant amounts of moolah on this, that and the other, especially when this will be out of fashion in two hours and that has a planned obsolescence of [...]
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After Nurse Debbie’s unfortunate phone call on Friday, I drank too much and went to bed feeling miserable. At 8PM. Which meant that I woke up at 4:30AM on Saturday, feeling even more miserable because in addition to the Baby Blues, I had a hangover the size of New Mexico. [...]
I’ve heard that it’s not a good idea for a single, childless woman to blog about her cat. Sends a Crazy Cat Lady vibe, and seriously, noone wants to read about my cat. Well, I say that idea can suck it. I’m blogging about mah Hoogs.
Hooghly is not the smartest cat on the planet, having [...]
All day long yesterday, I counted the hours until I could go home. That’s all I wanted to do: Go home, drink a bit too much, and continue reading The Book of Ruth. My day sucked, and I wanted to squirrel myself away so that I could bathe in self pity privately.
Did I mention that [...]
Hooghly is brain damaged, and I attribute her bizarre bad habits to this unfortunate consequence of her difficult birth. She is a strange one, my kuma-chan.
I call her kuma-chan because kuma means “bear” and “chan” is a term of endearment in Japanese, and when she sits a certain way her tummy makes her look like [...]
Hooghly needs love. A lot. When she’s particularly freaked out (she has cat fits a lot and the walls tend to upset her) she yelps and jumps around and can’t calm down unless I talk to her about useless trivia and the fact that one can never have too many purses, shoes or jewelry. It [...]
I used to flop onto my bed at night. Since Howrah has come to live with me, I quit doing that, at least when it’s less than 70 degrees in the homestead. When it’s cool, her royal blackness likes to sleep under the covers. And she’s good at hiding. She’ll bunch up the comforter in [...]
In India, there is a river that borders Calcutta. It is called the Hooghly River. There is a bridge that crosses the river, and it is called the Howrah Bridge. That river and bridge constitute a memory for me, as I had enormous difficulties – which make great stories now – crossing the Hooghly River, [...]
