Crispin cannot bear to be parted from our friend Terri, who lives a block away, so he follows her when she comes over. Snag cannot bear Crispin’s proximity. Snag is trying to manifest a microwave cannon with the power of his MIND. (He was unsuccessful.)
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One of the two places we thought he couldn’t get to. The other, the top of the bookcase that serves as Tchotchke Containment Zone, is right next to it. I kind of love the odd spotlight effect on his paw.
Important filez are important. NOOO they be stealin my filez!
Perhaps he’s trying to hide from the heat?
Tonight we devoted ourselves to restoring the house to something like order. Snag hid out while we swept, straightened, sorted paperwork, entered receipts into Quicken, and listened to the entirety of Heretic Pride three times in succession (so far). While I’m on the subject of matters domestic, does anyone know of a source for a [...]
So when we took Snag to the vet the other week, they told us that his less appropriate behavior is likely “status agression.” We can modify it, they said, by shouting “NO!” or clapping loudly to startle/scare/redirect him when he does us wrong. SCENE: five minutes ago. SARA is on her way up the stairs. [...]
We took Snag to the vet. Fortunately, the vet had a stepladder.
N.B.: We did not put him in there.
At our house, we all watch The Wire.
Snag, inside the flat file that is perhaps our best estate sale acquisition ever. Sixteen drawers, big enough to store original comics pages. Snag is in the zines drawer.
