





Last weekend when we set the clocks to daylight savings time I missed a clock. Tonight I took it off the wall and I scared the living shit out of the cat.

She hid behind the coffee table thing and was practically shivering in fear.
Shortly after that she let me take this so I guess we are good.

I was trying to talk to my parents on the phone and Patches just wasn’t having it. She demands nothing less than my full attention.
Patches could sure go for some live music and soon.

Lady Patchalot of the Rhode Island Patchelots is queen of all she surveys.

I’d say someone has a case of the Mondays.



She’s using chaos magic to control us as we speak. The Scarlet Kitty.
So I’m sitting up in bed with my iPad, listening to a David Crosby album, googling specs for my uncontrollably loud amp and I happen to look across the room at my work desk and what should I see but Miss Patches laying down on my mouse pad, staring at me. Her eyes are like little kitty sized daggers lasering straight into my soul and judging me guilty of countless sins.
Damn, kitty. Enough with the evil stink eye, m’kay?