There's No Such Thing as a Passive Verb
A few somber notes, a happy note, a correction, some comics and a grammar lesson....
A moment of silence for the passing of Bug, my feline companion in Austin, Texas, who kept my pillow warm and myself awake out of pure affection, and Wolfgang, who survived more in one lifetime than most cats survive in all nine, yet who had a better home than all of them combined. Godspeed to that big ball of yarn in the afterlife, to you both.
Penelope sang to me again today... pitch perfect, with enough decibles to crack the overhead plaster, and all of that pure, beautiful sound coming from a puffed up clump of green and yellow feathers pearched on my right forearm with her companion, Jazz, perched on my left, both of them having unsuccessfully attempted to take a chunk out of the Sisyphus inked into my skin where they perched. Yeah, I'm a sucker for a bird with a good singing voice and a vocabulary better than our president... (cont'd.)
A few somber notes, a happy note, a correction, some comics and a grammar lesson....
A moment of silence for the passing of Bug, my feline companion in Austin, Texas, who kept my pillow warm and myself awake out of pure affection, and Wolfgang, who survived more in one lifetime than most cats survive in all nine, yet who had a better home than all of them combined. Godspeed to that big ball of yarn in the afterlife, to you both.
Penelope sang to me again today... pitch perfect, with enough decibles to crack the overhead plaster, and all of that pure, beautiful sound coming from a puffed up clump of green and yellow feathers pearched on my right forearm with her companion, Jazz, perched on my left, both of them having unsuccessfully attempted to take a chunk out of the Sisyphus inked into my skin where they perched. Yeah, I'm a sucker for a bird with a good singing voice and a vocabulary better than our president... (cont'd.)
I wonder who funds those...