Tuesday, December 29, 2009


Take my cab,or the cat don't get fed.

Every day my old bud Sneaks watches as the layers of cab gear are assembled, worn, tossed in a duffel, and slung over the shoulder as I make my way out for a twelve hour shift. She always gives me that impish expression, suggesting it really would be fine should I loiter and run a stick through the door. But I always remind her, to work I must go- in order that we continue the lifestyle to which we are accustomed. Sometimes I thank God, she can't talk.


  1. @universalhub on Twitter just posted a link to your special election night post. I loved it. I then read all of your posts. I loved them all. I don't take cabs often, but I hope I get you next time I do! (PS- nice kitty!)

  2. Thank you for the kind words, and yes, I hope you take my cab too--- ah the heartbreak whenever I see someone taking another....