It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Friday, December 31, 2004
This is my "cat", Po, lurking under the Christmas tree waiting for unsuspecting humans to walk by for the savaging.
1 comment:
NOW THAT'S FUNNY!
GC
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