Sometimes when Clyde eats…

…he gets so excited to have food in his dish that he chokes himself. It’s one of his more endearing quirks. That, and standing directly on my nuts at 6 am. I love you, Clyde.

So, it’s 11 and I’m at home rather unexpectedly. Well, if I could remember what has been planned, it wouldn’t be quite so unexpected. Kate is at the Lit. House Halloween party thing (or somesuch) and I’m hanging out here until it’s over. So, blog, I thought I’d give you another new post.

*chomp, cough, cough, gulp, mmmmreow*

Flora sent me the oddest letter today. The envelope was addressed to Mr. Nick “Kate” Smerker and inside was a birthday card and a letter written on half an additional envelope. Apparently she had run out of paper and sent a birthday card for Kate to my address. It was adorable and totally eccentric…100% Flora, in other words. One very solid memory of her that I will always have from growing up in her house is seeing her nearly incomprehensible handwriting scrawled on every writable surface. She never did let one scrap of paper go to waste. Cookie recipes mixed in with Trading Post listings for bassinets and always – ALWAYS – coupons, coupons, coupons. They had writing on them, too.

Anyway, yes. I think I’m going to go smoke and enjoy a lovely fall night. Also, I’m bleeding on my wrist rest. Thanks, Bella.