Randi on stage @ 1444 Market Street 1997

Randi on stage @ 1444 Market Street  1997
Randi on Stage 1997 at 1444 Market Street, SF, CA

Jack and yours truly today

Jack and yours truly today
Randi and Jack on the "Cadillac Campsite Tour"
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Welcome To Fifty Five Is The New!

Hello out there!
What's it to you, turning the age of Fifty-five? You don't have to be turning it tomorrow, you could have already turned that corner a while back. That part doesn't matter so much.
While it's important what one feels, what matters most of all that one feels, that one feels anything at all.
So, as an exercise in self-examination and a way of getting over an incredible writer's block, I submit this blog to the World Wide Web, and I submit myself to a bit of mirror gazing.
Inspired by the movie "Julie & Julia," I will blog for one year, which will include my turning fifty-five, and see what I find.
Who knows? Maybe fifty-five will be something fantastic...like the New Me.

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Thoughts on my Friendly Feline Familiar

Wylie T Katz at your service
Animals are such wonderful friends!
Some folks are "dog people," some like birds, or fish...I've even raised mice. 

But when all the fur and feathers settle, I am pretty much a "cat person."  Even though they get a bit stand-offish and attitudinal, their independence suits me fine. Besides, I like their honesty.

Here's a picture of our cat, Wylie T Katz.
He's a funny kitty....plays fetch like a dog, loves his belly rubbed and is actually quite a good catcher.

When our cat Ginger died, Diane saw how heart broken we were and insisted on getting us another kitty. At first I was hesitant, we still had Betsy and I didn't want to make her feel intruded upon, but Diane picked us up in her car and we drove to the pet store and found this little guy.

For the life of me, I can't comprehend people being cruel to animals, let alone to one another.  All the horrific methods people have invented to inflict pain upon those creatures perceived as beneath them-couldn't this inventive intelligence have been used for positive purposes?

Wylie was a "rescue" animal.  I can only imagine what horror he may have come from in his young life. He is jumpy, remnants from some visceral event that must have happened during his first weeks before being found.
If I ever get some "extra" money, I want to donate some to animal rescue services.

For today, Fifty Five Is The New Thoughts on my Friendly Feline Familiar....Wylie T. Katz, my fur coated buddy.

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