Also, I've often made jokes about how my cat would swat at the keys when she was sitting on my lap and using the computer because I was not checking her friends list like she wished I was. Now I find a cartoon about a blogging cat. I'm sure the thought was not original for either of us but I do think he captures what Boo would say on a blog much better than I.
Hmm. Was just reminiscing about tea at Virginia's place, and how drinking the tea at the teashop the next weekend was merely a pale imitiation of the fine host/ess/ing and fantastic views I had at her lovely house, despite the lack of log-hewn-into-tea-table and a tea professional. I should probably see about some tea now. Where's my view of Puget Sound, my Stellar's Jay, and my shaggy blond tea host? Shall do my best with what's available to me but shall also be missing that lovely day.