This is from my friend Fluffy the Wonderwolf, the extremely good artist out of Washington State who also loves cats and is nice to me, oddly enough.  I just asked her if I could use her character but upon reflection thought it best to let her artwork speak for itself.  This is the new header art off of her Google+ page.  Y'all might remember her for this:                      The best rendering of a certain saucy fellow that I have ever seen.  Fluffy is just the greatest!        And here is Allison, the Maine Coon!

    T. Quintius Rufius, slashing through the enemy lines.  With the death of my beloved cat Monster, I have tried to escape this world through a prolonged drunk.  I wish my problems could be solved by mere violence.  I wish I was a brave and charismatic warrior, not to mention handsome.      The other night a guy I don't know came by and gave me a broken dreadnought guitar.  He made predictions and left.  I did not get his name.  The guitar is almost fixed and I am rebuilding it into a much better instrument.  This is a true story.       Putting flowers on Monster's grave.  A fucked up piece of graphic self-pity if there ever was.  And the work of a swishy unstable bloody minded rabbit.

     Monster, my lovely cat who showed up skinny and starving in 2008, was put to sleep today at 7 Central Standard Time.  He had been rat poisoned, and I had to make the call.  I held him as he died.       I love you Monster, and will see you at the bridge, and not too long from now, I guess.      Happy hunting big guy, I will never forget you.       Many thanks to the Doctors and Staff of the Am/Pm Animal Hospital on South Lamar, Austin Tx. They could not have been more kind to us.

     Sitting by the river weighing my heart against a feather.  It does not look good.  I seem to be unable to finish anything.  I can't get warm.  I need money and it is all my fault that I am poor.  I don't seem to get along with a lot of people.  My judgement, always poor, is getting worse.  I feel old.  I look not the way I would like to.  Things are in the saddle!

     Here a Texas Jackalope decides the winner in a friendly game.  When not relaxing in a convivial atmosphere, Johnny enjoys long horseback rides, sporting events, and, of course, hunting!  Sometimes history is true even when it's interesting!

     I cut someone loose from my life today.  In Malcolm Lowry's brilliant and stunningly bitter "Under The Volcano", the protagonist has a picture on his wall of a giant rock split by a fire.  It is titled "The Parting".  The author speculates on how, even if the rock was bolted back together, the very molecules that  made it are forever changed and it will never be single again.     While being depressed, I thought of this: Trees I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear, A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain, Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me,  But only God can make a tree.           ...

     Fluffy Wonderwolf  on google+ drew this without telling me.  I am so honored that someone would take the time.  I wonder how Disney felt when he saw his stuff being liked by others.  I am tickled fucking pink!  Thanks, Fluffy, well done.