kellementology

The science of grasping life by the short hairs

Needing Company in Any Form

Fuzz Ball Cat When I’m home, Precious (aka Fresh-ness or The Yack Star) is now rarely far from either myself or the RTR. And if neither of us is available, the doggo seems to do. She’s not howling as much as she was a month ago, but still does, and will respond when […]

The sun did come up today.

I need the sky to be grey and angry looking. I want the wind to blow and rain to fall. But it’s blue as far as I can see.
I don’t want to hear the kids at the end of the block playing in the cul-de-sac. But they’re laughing and screaming at one another, having fun.
I […]

My Heart is Broken…

I have been fortunate to have known many lovely cats in my life. If I proceed slowly backwards, with each name I recall, I can glimpse a bit of the life I was leading when I had each one, and smile remembering what knowing them brought to me.
Blackitty (Mr. Blaxter Blackington) & Precious (The Yack […]

The End of NaBloPoMo: The Heidi Chronicles

So I’m officially a NaBloPoMo failure. I figured I would be when I never realized in the beginning that Thanksgiving was actually in November…whatever. But I was rolling along, and then when Wednesday hit and I was up until after midnight (looking longingly at the clock watching that minute hand creeping ever closer […]

Yack Stars and Carpet Stains

I love looking at my meager blog stats.  Someone did a Google search today for “getting hairball stains off carpet” and of course, I came right up.  Somehow, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that I have something to offer the world.  Kind of like a hairball.
Except I haven’t found anything that takes […]

Seven-freaking-oh-five AM

The radio alarm went off this morning.
Early.
As soon as I heard it, I knew I had been gypped. It was still sort of grey looking outside, and it was Saturday, I thought. Right? And even though I don’t have to get up and actually go somewhere to work any longer, or, God forbid, […]

My NUTs. And Yours?

It’s chilly here today, making getting out of bed a bit more challenging in the feeble light coming through the windows above the blinds. But I can hear the RT in his bathroom, and after a quick glance at the clock, know that if I don’t get up, I will miss seeing him off […]

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