Is anyone else thinking of "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" by Tom Robbins?

It made me cry too...We lost my grandmother this last spring. I didn't break down until the yellow kitty got tired and decided to "stop walking."

Makes me think of "Pink Floyd: The Wall."

How wonderful for Charley and his humans that they have each other, and how wonderful for us that they shared Charley with the world. Viva Charley!

I have a kitten that was hand-raised and is now two months old, and who goes simian excrement for human food. When he was just getting his teeth, we learned that he loved corn off the cob. We went to an Asian grocery on Saturday, and I bought various nummies, including dumplings filled with red bean paste. I had some of these for breakfast. Little guy just about shredded my legs trying to get to these. He also loves mochi, as it turns out.

That was oddly sweet.

Cool. My sister-in-law collects old metal lunchboxes, and I see quite a few of her collection in that picture. My little brother had the "Dukes of Hazzard" box back in the early 80s. :)

I have some thoughts about what should be done with people who attempt to catch animals with traps that do this kind of damage, and they aren't kind thoughts. Wonderful that the tiger survived and is adapting.

When I was growing up, my dad wouldn't let us shoot off fireworks, or go to fireworks shows (the former because of the danger, the latter because he thought they were a waste of money). He took us to a "Fire Museum" and we saw some pretty graphic photos of burns and other injuries (many of them on kids) that had happened when people were playing unsafely with fireworks.

As an adult, I still don't have any desire to play with them. I enjoy watching professional shows, but I guess my dad's teachings really rubbed in. It just seems like too easy (and stupid) a way to hurt yourself. Then again, it could be Darwin's law in action.

Bless her, and bless her parents for understanding.

This is one of my father's pet peeves: people who hit the bottom of the ketchup bottle. He's been known to go up to complete strangers in restaurants and demonstrate the proper method. So if an old guy who looks a bit like a lumberjack ever accosts you for hitting the ketchup bottle incorrectly...well, I warned you.

That's fascinating, if chilling. It's as though the building just devoured the airplane.

First of all, Ross F.? We're not all like that. Sweeping generalizations are so yesterday.

Second, I noticed right away the "Houston, TX" part of it because my husband and I saw a Santa Claus car in Houston in 2005. It was a bright red Geo Metro that was covered with Christmas ornaments. There was an enormous fiberglass Santa hat on top of the car, and the fellow who was driving the car looked quite a bit like St. Nick.

I'm a little annoyed that "most likely not to have children" is being implied as a negative thing.

How wonderful for her! Truly inspiring.