I finally got a picture of the slutty MomCat that keeps having litters of kittens in my shrubberies.

She’s a beautiful little cat, really she is. However, she is the most unfriendly, nasty-tempered cat I’ve ever encountered. She’s really worse than feral, for she hangs out on my deck, drops litters in my holly, steals the CheapoChunks from poor Charley Gordon’s bowl, and if anyone tries to approach her and she can’t run away, she snarls and hisses and arches her back for all the world like a Halloween cat on a fencepost.

She’s not above slashing your hands and arms to ribbons with those long sharp claws, either. Look at her face; she’s obviously nuts. She’s not a good mother, either. She doesn’t take good care of her kittens, she doesn’t keep them clean, she doesn’t teach them to clean themselves or poop in a certain place, and she doesn’t lie down to nurse them. I wish I had a picture of her, standing straight up, with hungry baby kittens hanging off her chest. That’s got to hurt.

Maybe if she’d quit arching her back every time something alive approaches her, one of her problems might be solved. . . . .

Belle and her friends have named her “Hester.”

And just when I thought this younger generation didn’t appreciate classical literature. . . . .

Anne is having a baby tomorrow. (Wednesday) Please go to her blog and wish her well. Then add her to your blogroll, if you haven’t already, because she is wonderful.

I voted during my lunch hour today. I’m still not used to HAVING a lunch hour; I never had one in the public school. Ever since I’ve been at the college, however, I’ve had at least a full hour, and often longer. It’s made a world of difference.

By the way, if you didn’t vote, don’t let us hear any complaints out of you. No vote, no whine. Only those who vote have a right to whine. Those who chose not to vote? Shut up. You’ve forfeited your whining rights. And don’t try to make excuses, either, because there aren’t any.

Would the person who dumped the two humongous German Shepherd dogs in my yard yesterday please come and get them? They’re scaring me to death. They are huge, and they’re keeping the deer away. They’re also terrorizing my poor ancient cat. They are also incredibly stupid when it comes to things like, oh, napping in the road. If they are still here when I get home from school tomorrow, I’m calling the Dog Catcher.

(Please don’t tell Alfalfa and Spanky.) (Petey in the pound: my gosh, that episode made me cry when I was a little kid. Remember the nice rich lady who kicked the mean stepmother in the butt and knocked her clean over? I loved that.)

Petey. Wow. Shades of the past.

If it ever stops raining, I would like to cut the grass one more time. If it ever stops raining.

I’m thinking about you, Anne. Speedy delivery!

There’s a chocolate cake and half a cherry pie in the kitchen and I have not touched either of them.

And I’m sad because the Post Office doesn’t have any more Comic Book Superhero stamps in stock. Those were the coolest stamps EVER.

Gary Moore, where have you been all my life? I love your music!

Well, some of it.

Okay, I love “Picture of the Moon.”

Divide a 1/2 into 30 and add 10. What is the answer? (My students have gotten this one wrong for years, now.)

I feel very. . . I don’t know. Has anyone ever really burst right out of her own skin? I am so bored, I’m about to scream. I am so antsy, I could explode.

Come on over; join the fun. I’m a real riot tonight.