The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Clemson is my ten months old 100 pound Golden Retriever. He is, as he acknowledges, an animal beyond redemption. His last moments ( shown in this photo), were an untidy amalgamation of barking and drooling. I hanged him without ceremony with the 50 ft garden hose he dragged into my kitchen.