July 22nd – “You have big plans—and don’t need to broadcast them. In fact, with fewer people around, you won’t have distractions pulling you off-task.”

I like to talk about ideas with others. It helps me figure things out. I never know what might spark a new idea or perspective. It’s a way of jump starting my brain, to force me to process my thoughts while I am in conversation. However, this is only good for brainstorming sessions. When things start coming together and get serious, there’s no time to talk!

What I’ve learned from working on long term projects is that it’s not a good idea to talk about what I’m doing unless someone is going through the same  process. The bigger the plans, the less it helpful it is to share.

In fact, it can get really annoying when someone asks, “How’s that thing you’re working on going?” And my favorite, “Are you finished?” That one’s the worse!

I know that others mean well and are just trying to to engage. Sometimes I get irritated, but I can’t fault them. After all, I have disappeared for months at a time. It’s only natural that one would be curious as to what I was up to.

With that said, here is some cat pictures.


His bobtail is too cute!


Look at Little Rooks go!


May 6th – “You’ll be right in the center of all the action today, so get ready for excitement.”


I had been waiting for my strawberries all spring to ripen before picking. The first round was eaten by slugs and beetles. After I got rid of the slugs and beetles (by slaughtering them in a bucket of soap water), I thought my strawberries were safe. I was wrong.

The next week, there were seven almost ripened strawberries. I said to myself, “Tomorrow they will be ready!” That was the last I saw of them.


In the morning, I brought my metal colander with me to the garden to collect the strawberries. There were none.

All the ripened strawberries I eyed the day before were gone. Whoever ate them had a good nose and could smell which ones were perfect for picking. The only thing the culprit left behind was a dug up plant, leaving all its roots helpless and exposed.

There was no reason for it to uproot the plant. It served no purpose. I think it was leaving me a message, telling me, “You better have more for me next time, OR ELSE!”

Since my thief was a very capable and competent opponent, I threw a net over the strawberries and held it down with a row of potted date and olive plants. I had the net from last year to deter the birds from getting my berries. There, I thought. Let’s see what you do now!

It struck again that night. There was only one ripe strawberry available and it took it. It knocked over one of the potted plants to get to it. I could tell it wasn’t satisfied with the offering, because I found another dug up plant.

There wouldn’t be many ripe strawberries for a while, so I thought I would be left alone for a while. I was wrong, again.

I had forgotten all about my mystery strawberry thief because it had been several weeks since the last strawberry incident. It was 3 a.m. when I heard the first knock at the cat door.

It was a gentle knock, not loud. When we had 3 cats in the house, I could tell which one was coming and going by the sound of the cat door. Mr. Ox was loud and clumsy, making a “BANG” when he went in and out.  The Bowie was hesitant, but quiet, and the door would rock back and forth a few times before she exited, making a “tick, tick…tick, tick” noise. Little Rooks was the swiftest. He had been using the cat door for years and came in with just one, “tick.” The Bowie and Mr. Ox passed away this last year, so it’s just Little Rooks now.

At first, I thought it was Little Rooks because the door didn’t make much noise. The motion was gentle, but whoever was there didn’t make it in on the first try. It knocked on the door quietly again and got in. I could hear its claws on the hardwood floor and saw a dark cat-like figure walking through my bedroom. I sensed something was off.

My partner was doing his very early morning meditation in the living room and Little Rooks had taken his spot on the bed next to me. I was too sleepy to get up right away, so I reached into the darkness to the other side of the bed to see if could feel a lump of feline fur. It was there.

Slightly surprised, I sat up to see if I was mistaken. Little Rooks looked at me with bright confused eyes, wondering why I woke him up and what the big deal was.

I jumped out of bed, almost giddy, because I thought it was either Reggie or T.S. Eliot, two neighborhood cats I was forever trying to invite into our house without incurring the wrath of Little Rooks.

I walked into the living room where our surprise guest was searching for the kitchen. I still couldn’t make out who it was, and called out a little too loudly to my partner, “There’s someone here,” causing our mystery creature to scurry wildly into the bathroom.

I turned on the hallway light to get a better look. It didn’t wait and darted back into the bedroom, then out the cat door as I pursued.

Our bedroom has a sliding glass door. From there, I could clearly see who was sneaking up on us at 3 a.m. in the morning. It stayed right outside the cat door for a few seconds, waiting to see what my next move was. I had never seen this animal before, but I knew it was our strawberry thief. It was surprised that it got caught, but had not given up its mission to forage for food in our kitchen just yet. I could tell by the look in its eyes.

I screamed excitedly to my partner in the other room, “It’s a RACCOON! It’s a RACCOON! He’s still here! He’s right outside!” Two seconds later, my partner appeared in the bedroom with a long stick and plans to bop the creature on the nose, but the raccoon was gone.

By the time I got back to sleep, the sun was already up. I gave in and started my day. I went outside to check on the strawberries, and to my surprise, they were still there. No uprooted plants. I don’t know what its next move will be, but I will be waiting.


April 19th – “You are determined to succeed, even if odds are stacked against you.”


Little Rooks has been guarding his territory very well. Most of the wandering cats don’t come farther than the fence where the catnip pots are.

This cat looks like Little Rooks, but has a tail. His name is T.S. Eliot.


Reggie is the only one brave enough to come to the cat door where Little Rooks sits, waiting for intruders.


Rooks lost his catmates a few months back, so I’ve been trying to help him make new friends. He doesn’t like the roaming cats coming into the house, but I have gotten him to tolerate Reggie when they are outside.

I don’t know what Reggie’s diet is like so I give them both dental treats when he/she is visiting. They can now eat together!


November 30th – “Everything is changing, but you still have your duties to uphold.”

Attending to my two cats are the only real duties I have. When you’re a crazy cat lady like me, everything you do revolves around making life as best you can for the felines.

Mr. Ox and Little Rooks got plenty of pets and attention today. In addition to their regular cat food, they got freshly cooked salmon and chicken.



They look happy and comfortable, so I’m going to go on with the rest of my day.

November 3rd – “Do not put off the boring stuff just because it’s boring. Get it done as soon as you can — and then you can hang with your favorite people.”

I did a bad thing today. I didn’t follow my horoscope!

I worked most of the weekend and it’s catching up to me now. I had quite a lot of work to do today, but was too tired and unfocused.

Instead, I spent part of the day improving my cat photography skills.

Here’s Mr. Ox meditating on a zafu pillow.


Little Rooks is a manx with a bob tail.


This guy is a neighbor’s cat who has been hanging out in my yard regularly looking for moles to hunt. My partner named her Regina, but we aren’t positive if she’s a he, so I call her “Reggie.”


I think this is a pretty good head shot.


Since I didn’t follow my horoscope today, I suffered the consequences.  I was supposed to meet a friend in the evening after I finished working. I didn’t do any work and he ended up cancelling. I don’t think it was a coincidence at all!

I spent the rest of the night finishing the my Nutella jar and did the work I was supposed to do earlier.


It’s late now and I’m tired.


I swear I’ll never go against my horoscope ever again! Okay, we all know that’s a lie. I think I’ll need to suffer a few more times before I learn my lesson!

September 30th – “Align yourself with an intellectual today.”

Cats fascinate me. They sleep in awkward positions, stare at open doors at length, and are experts at training humans to bring them food and clean up after them. When I look into their eyes, I often wonder what cat thoughts they’re thinking. Are these cat thoughts any different than my human thoughts?


I think it’s probably yes and no.

Cats definitely have consciousness and can communicate their needs and desires to people. Actually, I’m not sure that they would distinguish a difference between needs and desires. That’s totally a human thing!

My theory is that while cats do have thoughts, their thoughts are not driven by ulterior motives or objectives. Yes, cats do express feelings like happiness, anger, jealousy, frustration, etc. However, that’s all there is. If a cat is angry, it’s angry. Cats don’t hold grudges against you for throwing out its favorite catnip toy 2 years ago, or ask you to feed it when it’s not hungry just to interrupt your Netflix marathon. When fluffy says “meow” in the morning, it wants food!


While there are some who might interpret this type of consciousness as part of a hierarchy (i.e. humans have a “higher level” of consciousness than animals), I think there’s a lot I can learn from cats. Perhaps my unique ability to experience life at a “higher level” of consciousness is also to my weakness.

My mind spends a lot of energy struggling to judge what’s right and wrong, and sometimes that keeps me from experiencing the world. Why I am so concerned with finding a job with “meaning”? Why do I spend so much time worrying about the future?

Cats live in the here and now. They enjoy each moment in the moment, not before or after. That seems pretty intellectual to me.