Warning: NSFW

Cute video, and I can’t knock book love, but I’d be the girl getting slapped in the I heart Kurt Vonnegut tee.

That’s ok, I feel vindicated knowing that Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library will be opening in Indianapolis, IN later this year, and that the library already has more than 5200 Facebook fans.

Does Ray Bradbury have a library? I didn’t think so.

I like this quote in the Guardian from Edie Vonnegut, his daughter:

“We have boxes of rejection letters, letters saying ‘You have no talent and we suggest you give up writing’,” she told the Associated Press. “He did not have an easy time of it, and I think for anyone who wants to be a writer it will be important for them to see how tough it was for him.”

Boxes. I have a small file folder.

That’s encouraging…right?

Bootsy knows how to relax

BOOTSY: Yo, it’s pettin’ time.  Hook me up.⁽¹⁾

ME: No honey, I’m working.

BOOTSY: Ok, cool. Imma roll around in this patch of sunlight for a few minutes. Don’t mind me.

ME: Thanks for understanding.

BOOTSY: No problem. It’s been seconds since I’ve slept; I’m exhausted. I’ll just chill over here for a while.

ME: Awesome.

LESSON: Not all cats are created equal.

Footnotes:

1. “Pettin’ time” is like Hammertime, but without the parachute pants. [↩]

Merlyn cannot be contained

MERLYN: It’s snuggle time!

ME: No honey, I’m working.

MERLYN: I’ll just sit behind you on this chair.

ME: Sure, that’s fine.

MERLYN: And nudge you with my head.

ME: Kinda disruptive…

MERLYN: Now I’ll sit in front of the monitor and nuzzle your chin.

ME: Uh, I can’t see.

MERLYN: My face is now in your face! Like my tail?

ME: Urmph…can’t…breathe…

HEADLINE: Aspiring author dies of cat love asphyxiation.