Jack Ruttan

It’s chilly today, so there’s rare dual cattery happening on the sleeping bag I was just occupying.

Lonely exercycle; corner of Parthenais and Ste. Catherine streets the other day.

New Moon with planet at dusk over my place, this evening.

Nora seems to like the new fleecy thing I’ve bought. But cats are fickle with those things. I suspect she mainly wants to make it her own. It’s lime green because I’ve got that colour around, to liven up the white.

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Work in progress. Something wicked this way comes…

I’ve decided to take snapshots of stuff I’ve read/watched/bought/borrowed from the Library. No one else is doing it! It’s probably a gross invasion of my privacy, confession of bad or inconsistent taste, but who cares?

I’m bringing these back to the library. Feel like writing about them all, but not now. I used to keep a list of books I’ve read, movies I’ve seen, but that seemed pretentious, like keeping score. Still it comes in handy, and why not take advantage of some new digital toys like the camera, and this blog? Will focus better, next time.

Awwright! It’s Mr. B.

A fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.

Even Nora The Small Cat (tm) is happy that there’s finally some snow around here, for Christmas.

Nora is being cussedly cute again. But this is what she looks like just before she grabs your hand, bites, and won’t let go. Ow! OW!

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The dog that attacked the locomotive.

I scored some lovely, grubby old books at the Atwater library the other day. Fifty cents each! Can’t be beat.

The one on the bottom is an art teacher’s memoir of artists in the late nineteenth, early 20th century.

An eccentric collection of organic vegetables at my gal pal’s house. I don’t even know what most of them are. A couple of cabbages? Most of them look like models of strange planets The Little Prince might live on.

OMG, it’s another cat pic! My old girl, Ms. Boggedy, has these strange callus-like extrusions on her pads. They usually break off. I tried to cut one off with clippers, but she wasn’t happy about it. Still, she’s had them all her life, and they’ve caused her no harm.

Why the long face, Mr. B?

Cat pic day, photo No. 2. Mr. Boggedy is half hiding behind something shiny.