Wednesday, November 29, 2006

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Buy your pro-Cat bumper sticker today!

(Hint: They make lovely Christmas gifts!)

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

How to Tell a Real Jeni

Beware, O my brothers and sisters, for upon your humble internet false Jenis do abound! To assist you as you wander through such a scary and deceitful world, your narrator dost hereby proclaim several signs of the real Jeni.

1. The Real Jeni does not talk in cheerleader speak, in which numerous exclamation points and words like "bestest" abound.
2. The Real Jeni avoids unsightly grammar errors and typos.
3. The Real Jeni speaks in a sage-like voice.
4. The Real Jeni possesses every imaginable virtue.

I do hope that such principles shall help you distinguish the best of all possible Jenis. Good day.

Saturday, November 25, 2006


With my loyal cat Gergiev at my side, I recently embarked upon a journey to the not-so-faraway land of Edmond for Thanksgiving celebrations, which were most pleasant. Roasted turkey was had by all, even by little Gergie, who found it every bit as tasty as the small, local birds eaten raw in the wild days of her youth. Mother and daughter did quite a lot of shopping (but rest assured, those of you who cry "fie" upon the fleeting vanities of this fair life, that said shopping was of the most essential variety), whilst Gergiev and Domino kept to their own quarters, achieving a rather tenuous sort of peace. And now, farewell, faithful readers, for today!

Friday, November 17, 2006

anti-Catist song

Lyrics from "I Want a Dog" by the Pet Shop Boys:

I want a dog
Don't want a cat
scratching its claws all over my habitat
giving no love and getting fat
Oh, you can get lonely
and a cat's no help with that

My cat Gergiev is good company, is not fat, and is quite affectionate. But these pro-dog types like to slander and sterotype cats when, in fact, cats are the only proper pets.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

The traveller returns

Upon returning home, I did find that my sprightly little cat Gergiev decided to relocate a candle in my honor. Unfortunately, I have yet to find the new location of said candle. I suspect that it may very well be stowed carefully away in the lining of my couch, in which a most suspicious cat-sized hole mysteriously appeared just days after arriving in my apartment.

I suppose I should be content that my cat did not turn into a human-hating radical catist in my absence.