I'm a geek and a writer. I love comic books, classic movie monsters, everlasting love, old pulp fiction and genres outside of the mainstream.
I write under two names. As Theda Black, I write about men in love with other men. I write fairy tales, urban legends and horror under the name of Klaudia Bara.
Showing posts with label daughters_who_love_me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters_who_love_me. Show all posts
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Alice
Say hello to Alice the alley cat - the girls and I found her last
Wednesday on a walk behind the local high school, literally in an
alleyway. As you can see, her ear appears to be ruined, but we'll see
how it responds to treatment. She's emaciated and weak, 5.7 lbs., hugely
friendly. We came back on Thursday to get her but it was raining and
she was nowhere to be found. Went again Friday around 3:30 after I was
out of work and found her. We put her in the cat carrier and took her
straight to the vet. She's clear of feline leukemia and other worrisome
diseases, since I have other animals and couldn't have her around them
until she was cleared. She has a bacterial infection of the ear. She
sleeps a lot and eats and knows how to use a litter pan. She's so
friendly that she's had to be a pet at one time.

Friday, September 2, 2011
I am inappropriate
This morning, daughter2 is getting ready for school. She's 11. I insist on putting some product in her hair because it's frizzing all over. She sits down with me and I look down and say "underwear," because her underwear was visible. You know how low-rise pants are.
After the hair is finished, she stands in the doorway and looks at me. There's something STICKING from her pocket, jutting out from her abdomen.
"Take that out of your pocket," I say.
"What, it's a marker," she says.
"Looks like you have a penis," I say.
She throws her hands up. "You're so inappropriate!" she screams.
"You don't want people to think you've got a penis, do you? I'm trying to help."
Stomp, stomp. Away from the Offender. Maybe I'm too blunt. It didn't help when I started laughing.
After the hair is finished, she stands in the doorway and looks at me. There's something STICKING from her pocket, jutting out from her abdomen.
"Take that out of your pocket," I say.
"What, it's a marker," she says.
"Looks like you have a penis," I say.
She throws her hands up. "You're so inappropriate!" she screams.
"You don't want people to think you've got a penis, do you? I'm trying to help."
Stomp, stomp. Away from the Offender. Maybe I'm too blunt. It didn't help when I started laughing.
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