No, I do not have a blog through wordpress. I tried it once and they were just toooooooo frustrating to work with.

So I went with tumblr.com. I love tumblr. It's so very easy to work with.

On my blog I run the stories of The Gigolo of DanBois Park, Lila Lovely and some poetry... or what I consider my own brand of poetry. 

I also put in a lot of photos from just about anything that interests me, from a cigarette on the sidewalk in the middle of some shadows (see the Sebastian T Sweet page) to pictures of my cats, flowers, architectural details, whatever.

I also reblog a great deal of the wonderful photography from other blogs such as tassels, artdecoblog, and enchantedengland to name a few. 

In short, my blog is where I let my hair down a little more than here.

The picture above is of a brass rubbing I have from England and it forms the background (currently) of my blog. I chose it because it goes, a little, with the background I've chosen for this website.

Apparently the flower pictures I've been adding to my blog page have been getting a bit of interest, enough to be asked if I had copies people could get! So, what I've done is upload several of the pictures to Cafe Press and you can, if you so wish, get cards, mugs, t-shirts and the like. Below is a gallery of some of the flowers and also the items on Cafe press. I do not have everything up on Cafe Press, but it's easy to make an addition and if you see something you'd like in a mug or t-shirt, etc. let me know. Just click on one of the pictures showing a mug or bag or t-shirt and you'll link directly to Cafe Press and my shop.

This is Nikko Nikko Peabody. A friend of mine was out for a walk one rainy morning and he passed an empty bus stop. Next to it, a little off the sidewalk, was a pet carrier. My friend continued walking a few feet, thought about what he thought he'd seen and went back. And, yes, there was a large, pregnant cat, wet and miserable, cowering in the back of the carrier. He gathered her and the carrier up and rushed home. He and his partner called me and told me to alert our usual people that we needed to find a home for a kitty.

Well, I had been looking for a new companion for my Basil The Brave (picture below) so I told my friends to take the cat to the vet -- I would pay the bill -- to make sure she was alright and wouldn't give Basil something like FIV. And, if she was okay, I'd take her, kittens and all and would call her Mrs. Peabody. Oh, and yes, what color was she?

As it turned out, SHE was a 20 pound HE. An indoor kitty and as mellow as could be. It took him and Basil three days before they were okay sitting on the same couch. Of course, it helps that Basil is about the same size.

No posters were ever put up in my friends' neighborhood. We have no idea how Nikko came to be out on the street. He shows no sign of abuse, but, he does run in fright from loud coughs or sneezes.

I got custody of Basil because I tolerated the fact that he eats clothing. Not all of it, just huge holes. He doesn't do that any more, much, (except for socks) but he's gone through three silk blouses, my favorite linen jacket, pants, underwear, t-shirts, skirts, fleece, blankets, hats, socks like crazy, plaid dinner napkins (nothing like scooping up plaid poop) and created holes in his fleece blankets that he could walk through. He is a love and I would never give him up... ever, ever ever. Never. 

This picture was taken exactly one week after I got Nikko Nikko Peabody. It's like they knew each other already or, possibly, as soon as Nikko came into the house he told Basil what had happened and Basil decided it was okay, he could live here. Either way, Da Bois are pretty neat companions. Basil has a loud yowl (we think there might be some Siamese there) and Nikko has a subdued little "Mow... Mow". 

Yes, I think I'm probably a crazy cat lady. sigh