I think I post more about my dog than my cat, so this is her time to shine. Ripley - or Rippy-kins, or Pip, or Pippy, or Rips, or Ripsky, or Ripley Shanequa - is about 15 years old now. I found her when she was a very loud, teeny-tiny kitten in Baton Rouge at the beginning of my first year of grad school. I was making breakfast and I kept hearing something meowing, and when I went to the door there she was, a little ball of marbled fur. she looked at me and walked right into my house, and we've been together ever since.
here's Ripley pre-surgery:
and post-surgery (note the prominent vacuum cleaner in the background):
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we went to check out my dear friend C at cafe flores tonight... she has such a powerful voice, it makes me cry a little to hear it. I don't understand a lot of spanish, but I know this lady and she writes songs about things she knows and feels, and I somehow get the translation emotionally. and yes, she's a mexican rock star.
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C rips it like a rock star. Go on sweet mama! Ripley is just being fashionable, and wearing a belt. They're all the rage in kitty fashion. (Hope she feels okay).
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