As of midnight, we’ll have managed to get halfway through 2015. Six months after that, we’ll have managed to get 15 percent of the way through the Twenty-First Century. In about eighteen hours, I’ll be able to make an announcement about the Triffid Ranch that will change everything. Not a peep until then, but here’s a hint…
This will be worth the wait, won’t it? And now, music.
“With a glare like this, who needs explosives?”
I’m certain that someday someone will write a sociology thesis on the most-covered rock songs of all time, and then list the most intriguing covers. This definitely belongs in the latter list.
“I have become death, the destroyer of worlds. Now get me hummus.”
It’s no stretch to say that Cadigan is one of the stranger cats I’ve ever known. It’s even less of a stretch to say that while Cadigan tolerates me as a source for food and clean catboxes, she’s the Czarina’s cat. She comes running to the garage door when the Czarina comes home, she begs for the Czarina to play with her, and she sleeps in the Czarina’s armpit whenever possible. At least she’s not as big as some other cats to share our lives: if she were a fifteen-kilo monster like a few from my recent past, she’d cut off blood circulation to an extremity.
My real regret in all of this is that Cadigan is incredibly camera-shy in situations where I need proof of odd behavior. She has a tendency to grab a rear paw with her two front paws and rub her face with her rear foot. She’s absolutely obsessed with being able to get into one closet and being locked in, and as we’re heading off for shows, we have to check that closet to make sure we don’t leave her sans food and water for the day. Best of all, she uses her purr as a weapon. When I roll over in my sleep and get too close, she starts a very loud and buzzing purr, not out of glee in realizing that a readily available source of heat moved closer, but as a warning much like that used by rattlesnakes to warn clumsy cattle of what awaits them if they keep moving closer. This rattle-purr isn’t endearing. It’s actually a little scary, especially when something that loud comes from a cat this small.