Bookworm Award

I got tagged with this bookworm award by my friend Allison.


Here is the rule for the award: Pass it on to five other bloggers, and tell them to open the nearest book to page 46. Write out the fifth sentence on that page, and also the next two to five sentences...The CLOSEST BOOK, NOT YOUR FAVORITE, OR MOST INTELLECTUAL!!


The book closest to me is Contemporary Sociological Theory and its Classical Roots by George Ritzer. Enthralling, I tell ya.

"Thus, humans also have the capacity to create the conditions that constrain them. Through their mental processes people can free themselves, constrain themselves, or, more likely, do some combination of both things."

(That was the end of the section, so I did less than the 2-5 extra sentences.)

I think most of my blogging readers have already done this, but if you haven't, consider yourself tagged. Yeah, I'm lazy. Whatcha gonna do about it?

Newsy Niblets

One of my darling cats went missing for 3 weeks and I was so upset that I barely told anyone about it. I was holding her so close to my heart that I just couldn't share it without my fear of the worst getting too big. (She's nearly completely blind.) I also didn't want to drag anyone through my pain like I have with Penny. I'm glad I didn't.

She came home this past week, perfectly healthy and beyond happy to be home. I still can't believe it! Here she is the night she got home:












Suki the ancient car has been begging to retire. She no longer goes faster than 40mph and has starting shining her "check engine" light in my eyes. Unfortunately, it would be inhumane to put her through more car surgery at the mechanic, so we're just staying in town until...

--insert drumroll--



...my new car arrives!

I found the car I want in a Taos classified ad, and my sister and godmother went out of their way on a busy day to test drive the car, take it to the mechanic, bargain, and purchase this car for me. (I'll pay them back tomorrow when sis brings the car to me.) Thanks, guys! I owe you!

Here is Susie at my sister's house. She'll get to me bright and early tomorrow morning. Woohoo!





And, uh... I ordered a dozen new bumper stickers last night. Heh.

The Pigeon

A week ago, my friend Steve (who also happens to be the town's sole animal control), showed up on my doorstep with an injured pigeon. It must be a sign of my well-known sucker character that the first place he'd take a bird is to the cat lady's house.

Steve and I had a good laugh and then together named him Jonathon Livingston Pigeon.

He came to me with a bum leg, and back wound, and an inability to fly. He's been eating and drinking well, and yesterday flew a short low distance (while Marian and I raced to tackle the stalking cat which motivated his efforts) and had slightly more mobility in his bum leg. (No fractures that I can find.)

And best of all? Today he pecked both me and Marian for the first time, so it seems his uncharacteristic docility and trust of humans may be coming to an end--, something I welcome wholeheartedly.

(He deposited that poo just for you, as I moved him around for a better picture angle. Enjoy.)

No Loss in Animal Magnetism

You know, when I started C.R.O.W., I wondered if as many animals would find me in my personal life outside of C.R.O.W. Needless wonderings, really.

Tonight at the store, we were greeted at our car by this fellow, looking much like this:


His tail was between his legs, he was clearly nervous, but he didn't hesitate when the car door opened. He hopped right in and came home with us, and his excited noise was thrilled with our crumbfull car. The crumbs weren't enough, however.


This hungry boy didn't take his face out of the bowl for even an instant until it was licked clean.


He doesn't like cats, but responds quickly to correction. He's very vocal and cocks his head at me when we talk to each other. He's neutered, has a small abrasion on his nose and some mats in his fur, and smells of farm. He's very smart, like almost every heeler I've known. We're calling him Jack. I sure hope we find his people soon. I hope he HAS people.




Wish him luck, please.

I'll have to blog about the pigeon later. Yeah, you heard me. Pigeon.

Come By the Hills

This song has become a part of who I am.

Sneaky Photographer and Random Canines

I found these mysterious pictures on my camera one morning. I have a feeling a mischievous young boychild took them.

Gus-Gus.


Idgie and Gus.

And My Baby Turned Five.

The girl on her special day.











And we can't leave out her sister, the wood nymph




And her brother, the merry sprite

So, Halloween Happened.

This is from the night before, on our way to the Halloween carnival in the next town. The following night, Leo was ghostly, in addition to dead and gory.

Professor McGonagall from Harry Potter. With an admiring little sister looking up to her.


The Unicorn Princess and the Dead Cowboy

--------------------------(Brightest eyes you've ever seen on a dead cowboy, eh?)

The brood.

Happy Election Night!