It's Been So Long Since I've Posted That I Forgot to Make a Title!

I apparently wasn't so chatty in the month of February. Sorry blog world. I did see a few things worth posting, but somehow I didn't get around to taking an actual picture.

I did take a few pictures of the Sweet Pea though. Don't even ask why they're all different sizes. I'm sure there was a method to my madness that I can't remember.




She's not quite as bitter and resentful as she looks. She just decided she doesn't like how her smile turns out in pictures.

Actually, in that hoody sweatshirt one she kind of WAS bitter and resentful. But only because I asked her to take a picture in the rain. Drizzle really.

In other news, I'm getting near 6 months pregnant. Everyone keeps telling me I look so tiny. I wish they'd inform my veins and lower extremities. And in fact, if they could send an email to the scale in my doctor's office, I'd appreciate that too.

That's about it! Hope to post sooner next time.

Why one cat inspires profound life lessons while the other is content with a little affection & provoking the occasional murderous rage is beyond me

I've been feeling so much better and puking seldom enough that it came as a complete surprise to me that I could test out our new toilet flusher The-Guy put in. We can flush our toilet the way they do in Israel, with either a half or a whole flush. We've only had it two days, so I'm still watching each flush to make sure everything disappears.

On that happy note, I'm here to tell you that you can save water by flushing puke on the low flush.

In other news, I read a book about a blind cat named Homer who provides all kinds of inspiration to his owner (and most everyone he meets) and even chases off a burglar who invades their home while his owner is sleeping.
(picture from: Trial by Sapphire blog)

Homer the cat is really a LOT like my cat Sugar Tov. For example, Sugar ALSO howls (and throws his body against the door to "knock") at three o'clock in the morning when he feels he has been unjustly exiled from the bedroom.

Just like Homer, Sugar loves playing guitar:


And Sugar ALSO feels the need to greet every guest, even answering the door to make sure they feel welcome. Of course, he might bite a guest's face off unprovoked at any moment during the visit, but he is quite solicitous and welcoming right up until the second he turns on the unsuspecting guest.


Sugar did not go through all the trials and tribulations that Homer did. But he went through a hurricane. And look how valiantly he guarded the mattresses!


Plus, he's extremely pious:




All in all, I'm not really sure why Homer inspires lessons about love and life, while Sugar mostly inspires murderous rage in addition to a little affection here and there. It must be human error.
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