C is for Cat, who sits by my shelves...

D is for death, which Juneau enjoys. Especially as it pertains to small winged animals and animals with bushy tails. Oh, and loud firemen and paramedics. She really, really hates firemen and paramedics.





K is for Kenyon, with whom my aunt is obsessed. And Abbie thinks herself a Dark Hunter companion or maybe a were-cat of some sort.



O is for the occult studies, which needs a fuzzy familiar to make it worthwhile.



Yes, yes. I know! I take a lot of pictures of the cats. But who wants to see pictures of me anyways? I don't look cute in my winter fur.

We Now Take a Break From Our Regularly Scheduled Program-

-To bring you "Eighties Day" at Wal-Mart. Yes, they pay us to do this. And then rue the results.

We will now return to our regular broadcasting schedule.

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas...

After much argument and consideration, pleading and bargaining, we decorated the tree, settling on traditional colors. It was promptly taken over by the cats.




And snow fell shortly after the beginning of the month and has continued to fall ever since. I've discovered many things since moving to South Dakota, and one of them is that an iPod goes on strike in single digit weather when it's taken outside. Another is that you should always pee before you get in your car to go somewhere, because you will inevitably have to do so as soon as you are five miles from an accessible bathroom (something to do with the cold and my bladder, maybe).

The next pic is of the moon up at about seven in the morning while a light snow is falling.

Drawer Monster

I tried to do laundry today. The washing and drying part is easy- it's the putting away that gets me in trouble.