Was there ever a blogger with so little to say? The Cat Lady is bored, tired, has a bad cold, and is generally disgusted with the status quo.

I think I would do better at this if I were to serialize an unpublished novel. I'm better at long form than the economical form of the blog. Besides, not much happens that is of any interest or instruction to anyone. For example, here's the highlight of the week so far.

Nimue, our Cornish Rex, sometimes known as the Duchess of Snotwall, is still sniveling and sneezing. The vet thinks it is a lingering sinus infection and prescribed Baytril. When I mentioned that Nim is hard to pill, the vet called the pharmacy and had the Rx compounded as a suspension with "triple fish" flavor, said to be quite attractive to kitties. Of course, Nim will have none of it. This delicate darling, who looks so fragile, a mere wisp of a kitty, fights like a frackin' pit bull at the mere suggestion of medicine administration. Result: Possibly four molecules of Baytril down the hatch, the rest spat, drooled, slung, and sneezed upon every surface within a two meter radius, and my hair smells like triple fish.

Yawnnnn....

Chapter One: