birthday boy.

today my cat, twenty-twenty, turns 5 years old!




about two and a half years ago he got very, very sick with a urinary infection/torn urethra and had to spend 2 weeks in the hospital on drugs and full of tubes. he had a bunch of surgeries and it was a very, very scary and sad time. but he made it and is healthy now. i think that he's so thankful to me for spending my life savings on him and that's the reason why i can't take two steps into the house without him following me around like a little puppy. it's true love!

one year old and tiny.


after the first round of surgeries. cone-headed and stoned.

belly rolls, catheter tubes and pee bags.


favorite t-shirt, which he actually hates.



first cat-bath.


it's my party and i'll bite if i want to.

edit:

mmmmmm"cake"!

the livin' is easy.

i can't wait for summer!!!!!

this image from the toast catalog pretty much sums it up. just add a pitcher of lemonade i'm there.

marshall for president!

this is one of my favorite youtubes of all time.

hrairoo jumps.

for my 12th birthday i really wanted a rabbit. really wanted. but since we had two predatory cats, it was deemed un-wise to bring something cute and cuddly and maul-able into the house. so instead i got a turtle, which i named sheldon. 13 years later sheldon is still with me, swimming happily as a turtle can in his 55 gallon tank and getting really excited when you walk by. but still...i want a bunny!!!! maybe not at this point in my life, but some day. in the meantime i'll satisfy my longing with pictures of bunnies caught mid-jump.

{pictures from janneke on flickr}

of walking in ice.

so i finally broke down and purchased "of walking in ice" from amazon. it's really short {95 pages}, simply presented, and is full of so, so many editing and spelling errors. it's ridiculous. 3 weeks worth of talking about snow and rain and more rain and blisters and breaking into summer homes and how much he stinks and the overwhelming loneliness of the road and the landscape. the writing is in a disjointed, stream-of-conscious style. less prose than just a series of thoughts. gems like...

"no one has any idea just how many mice there are in the world, it's unimaginable."

"the tangerines make me completely euphoric."

"as i walk the word 'millet', which i've always liked so much, just wont leave my mind."

all of these might sounds like criticisms, but i love it. it's especially great if you read it in werner's voice. here he is talking about the obscenity of the jungle, just in case you're not familiar.