The Good Fairy
It is such a lovely night; for hours now, the thunder has been rumbling and the lighting is so brilliant that it keeps turning off the neighbor's security lights. (I guess they have an eye instead of a timer).
There is magic in thunder and lightning storms. Sitting outside listening to Tom talk about his day is one of the things I look forward to every day, but on nights like this, there is an added romance or something. *sigh*
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It occurs to me that I've spent a good deal of time complaining about Cricket or bragging about The Long One but have totally neglected poor Michael. Michael is an alley cat who adopted us about seven years ago. He is Mr. Loving. And he deserves a mention -- everyone who is owned by a cat should, at least, mention him from time to time.
He is just so well behaved and reclusive it is hard to come up with good material. It would be something like "Michael slept on Daniel's bed today".
He is a gorgeous kitty. The boys wear decorative Michael fur a lot and it shows up quite well as they both wear black constantly. (It does look much better on the Michael though in my opinion.)
Michael is a pretty good watch cat, though. Not that he watches over US, but he definitely protects his territory, Jason's bathroom where is food is and the guest bedroom where he hangs out and sleeps. Cricket is not allowed anywhere near those rooms and Cricket obeys without question (usually) since Michael is certainly the larger of the two.
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I read two journals today where the author was complaining that they didn't get in the finalist list for any of the Diarist.net awards this quarter. I followed a link from my stats page and just happen to know that A Journal of Sorts got a nomination in two categories.
But I can't quite get it up to be angered or bitter because it didn't make finalist. I'm too busy being thrilled that someone would nominate this site. Maybe next time I'll get pissed. *smile*
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Fiona says I remind her of the good fairy(?) from Wizard of Oz.
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