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I wrote a little this week. ![]()
Less than two pages, so very little, but that beats the nothing I’ve been writing for quite a while now. Still thinking. Haven’t decided whether I want to keep lying down on this particular railroad track.
But I was searching YouTube for a little mood music, something as background for a would-be tender romance scene.
I found this. Chris Daughtry on an American Idol replay.
The spanish guitars added the perfect touch. I could immediately see scenarios of my protagonists in love.
And I must say…if this guy never does anything else with his life, he sang the hell out of this song.

I promise, this is not turning into a cat blog, lol.
I just thought this was a beautiful picture.
And much nicer than a writerly whine.
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It’s a well-known fact that cats (and very young children) often prefer the packages rather than the toys they arrive in.
I saved a large box some time ago because it was my kittle Cody’s favorite landing pad after a mad dash through the house. He guards it from all intrusions by others, and I left it sitting in a quiet corner, just for him.
Imagine my curiosity when, a couple of weeks ago, I noticed gouge marks in the cardboard. Okay. Cardboard is easy to mar. Cats have claws. But the longer I stared at it, the more the marks seemed to form a distinct picture.
The face of a cat. A little Buddha cat. Complete with eyes closed, tiny nose, curving mouth, tufted chin—the works. Crazy.
I SWEAR on a stack of holy books I didn’t put it there! And maybe it’s my imagination after all. But here’s a photo. You decide.
Cat? Yes? No?





