5:45. Lying in bed during one of those precious moments of in between, not asleep but not quite fully awake, I sensed a movement next to the bed. As I began to get my bearings, I realized that it was none other than Jesse the Cat. At 5:45 in the morning. Full-on psycho mode, bounding …
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Hello Again
Happy Anniversary to ViCARIously Speaking! When I received the notification that my domain was automatically renewed, I figured that I must write a celebratory post. It’s hard to believe I’ve been doing “this” for over five years now. And yes, I use the word “this” loosely. The past couple of years my efforts have amounted …
The Valentine’s Day Roller Coaster
I hope everyone had a splendid Valentine's Day with their sweetie. Or themselves, if you are lacking in the "sweetie" department. Whatever. V-Day in the Hoover Household was business as usual for the most part, however, my day could be described as nothing short of a roller coaster ride! The Loop-the-loops and Peaks: In (my) big news.... The Stealing Drawer was republished on Sammiches and …
Jesse the Cat – Part 2
While Jesse usually stays put in Jameson's room overnight, for whatever reason, he decided he needed to come hang out with Marty and I. In our bedroom, under our bed. Practicing his kick-boxing skills. From about 12:30 a.m. on, every few minutes I would hear and feel a little 'thump'. My husband could sleep through …
Jesse the Cat – Part 1
I am not a cat person. They are moody, shed, and shit in a box. But when the contractor installing our patio last summer pulled a tiny, scrawny fur ball out from in between the pool and retaining wall, I fell in like. Just a little. It was in sad shape; it was so dehydrated that its …
Catch a Cat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SaA_cs4WZHM MacKenzie is obsessed with cats. We had a cat once, but it shit on the Christmas Tree skirt and I had to get rid of it. Plus, I was allergic. It wasn't just the cat, though. We had a miniature pot belly pig that shat in the laundry room and all over our side …
Meow
It was Easter time, two years ago in the Land of Guam, when I happened upon her. She was beautiful; her pink and white fur gleamed, and her two black eyes were like bits of polished onyx under the fluorescent lighting. Her shirt bore the embroidered message “hug me”. Awwww. She was the most aesthetically …
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