Bebe Blogging Here!

Hi there...

So this is the kitty porn picture of me, sigh. Mama thinks its cute and it almost breaks her heart every time she sees it, but she says there are others that make her swoon even more but she can't find them right now on her computer. I keep telling her, "I WAS A CHILD IN THAT PICTURE - HOW COULD YOU???" but she says it doesn't matter. Hmmph. Thankfully I'm covering my eyes or else Mama would have to put a black bar across them - which she doesn't know how to do, otherwise I'd lose my anonymity. I'm sitting on the mouse space on the desk and Mama keeps nudging me out of the way, like I'm in the way or something. I'm not.

V'lu is getting better - not quite up to racing around speed thank goodness, but she's started to hiss at me again so I guess she must be coming around. Uncle Alan came and did some Reiki on Sissy and I think that is why she is feeling so much better. There are now FIVE tinfoil balls in plain sight, and I don't know where they came from because when Mama changed the rockers around, she didn't find any under the cat rocker (which Ellen has claimed). I've tried playing with them, I truly have, but I don't find the appeal. I have my Ducky and my Puppy (Mama hid my Puppy one night) and I'm good to go with those. And Pinky is sleeping all the time - I go and pester him sometimes but Mama tells me to stop bothering him. I'll tell you what's bothering me - Pinky splashing the water out of the dish all the time and leaving us his paw linty water to drink out of.

Mama was quite excited to find David Byrne's Journal last night by stumbling around on other people's blogs, so that is what kept her up late last night, drinking in almost every word and reading until her eyes were like sandpaper. She says there is no point in reading about US politics (and everybody writes about that) what with us being Canadian and her lack of political interest in general, so she skipped his perspectives on that, but some wonderful stuff on galleries and his music and music theory had to be read. David Byrne, she tells me, is the voice behind the Talking Heads, one of her favorite bands. He does a good journal with wonderful pictures and links to other pictures - she thinks everyone should snoop at their leisure.

Mama Keeps Singing to Us:

I can see my lifetime piling up

I can see the days turn into nights

I can see the people on the street

Open those windows up

A hundred floors below me

Pilin' those houses up

Pilin' them higher, higher, higher

I can feel them swayin' back and forth

Building it higher, higher

This tower's leaning over

--- Lifetime Piling Up, the Talking Heads

bodyslamrub against your calves,

Bebe