Nanowriwon’t, or how my life conspires to prevent me from writing…

Okay, it’s morning. I’m awake, perky, eager for the writing demons to take over my head and heart and fingertips and maybe even help me type without the need for constant correction. It works best if I don’t look at what I’m typing, so I can’t see the wiggly red lines under everything. Why, oh…

I like my bird…

Being a pet owner has its privileges. I get to be a part of their little intimate lives. It's an honour, especially in the case of my little gal, Dora. She's a parrotlet, a tiny Amazon parrot. According to Wikipedia: Parrotlets are a group of the smallest New World parrot species, comprising several genera, namely Forpus, Nannopsittaca, and Touit.…

Chutney the somewhat magnificent

I have a little puppy Who goes in and out with me And everywhere that I go, That's where he wants to be. He takes me out on walkies through sun and snow and rain And just when we get back He wants to go again. I love my little doggums Though he can be…

Animal cemeteries, or, is that dead gerbil still in the freezer?

There was an article in the local rag today about how a woman and her son had been arrested after the bodies of 37 cats had been found buried in their back yard. Horrible, but... This put the fear of retribution back into the easily terrorized corners of my mind. I mean, what parent doesn't…