Yesterday on my DeviantArt account I posted about Louis Wain, the tragic artist who specialized in cats.  Thinking of him depressed me, and what with Halloween coming up and my room full of kittens I felt that I was being crushed under the weight of the world.  I was walking into our supermarket and said, God, please give me a sign.  Tell me things will get better!  I looked down and this earring was laying on the ground.  Well, this is a sign if I ever saw one.  I don't know what it could possibly mean, but it's a sign. Encouraging. https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20210816-the-ancient-symbol-that-was-hijacked-by-evil

 Hmmmm....

Welsh rarebit or Welsh rabbit is a dish consisting of a hot cheese-based sauce served over slices of toasted bread. The original 18th-century name of the dish was the jocular "Welsh rabbit", which was later reinterpreted as "rarebit", as it contains no rabbit.   None.

From Nightmare World, a Leisure Town story. https://www.leisuretown.com/   Leisure Town is the brainchild of Tristan Alexander Farnon, and it's a fucking riot.  Welcome aboard.

Too fuckin' bad. Some background on this.  This is a picture of my former friend Kate, who on the day depicted went off on me, and I do mean went off, because I read a short story of hers and told her I was surprised as I did not know she was creative.  I felt bad and drew this.      Kate has been arrested several times since then and has no friends left.  She is a schizophrenic, and it did not show when I met her at the Starbucks that used to be the center of what social life I had.  The coffee shop has a court order against her, and she lives in an apartment right next door, or did until she got evicted.  She is rail thin and cuts her hair herself with results that can be imagined.  She is a beggar and extremely annoying to be around.        I have met her father, a Navy officer and a hell of a guy.  He has tried and I am sure will always be there, but Kate is real bad off now.  I saw her...

  My picture of Yermak drowning.  Blogger lost the post I put up of this in 2013, and they will not answer or return messages about this problem.  They suck.

Monday night I buried a kitten. I was 'working' on my blog when our neighbor knocked on the door.  Ms. Virginia and her husband had a ceramics company during his lifetime, and they made the most beautiful painted animals I have ever seen in mass production.  Her house is a menagerie of these elegant little statues, I have never known such skill in a home based endeavor before.  She had brought home 4 kittens from her friend's place, the friend was out of town and she was going to take care of these little furballs in her friend's absence.  I heard her talking to my brother.  I was already wearing my engineer boots, so I went back to her house with her to see what had happened.  In the back of her car there was a box of 3 crying kittens, and one that was stretched out and cold.  She told me she thought that one of the adult cats had smothered it, and while that was possible sometimes a kitten will just die.  I know, this wasn't my fir...