Old and New, Here and Gone

Why hello there.

I think I'll call you Mandy. You're pretty.

In more somber news, there's been the growing smell of decay coming from the other end of the warehouse. The Boss went  to investigate and found Clyde's mother behind a pile of wood; we speculated that she had gotten hit by a car, came back to the shop, and hid to recuperate. The wounds were too sever it seems.

The Boss usually comes up with some nifty names for the fluffies, but he could never figure out one that really applied to this one. She was small, with greenish eyes and a grey coat matted with browns and blacks. More skittish than any of the others, The Boss could only remember petting her once, and she could only be caught in a trap by using her kittens as bait. She had three litters of kittens in the shop during her time, so he defaulted at naming her, Mom.

The world's a rough place for feral cats.

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Daughter - Landfill

Ending Note: Here one day, gone the next. Do something special tomorrow.

Current Work Projects That Have Nothing To Do With Work

I've just realized, I have yet to introduce my co-workers. Here are a few:

(Clyde, Skid, & Vicky)

I call them all Fluffy, but, The Boss, has given each their own moniker as stated in the parenthetical above. This will not turn into a cat blog filled with videos and images of cats doing silly things, but these guys'll make it in fairly often I think; I see em five days a week.

Another ongoing project of mine: The Chronicle of Wedges

 The Five Year Old

Love Is A Wood Wedge

Have a good weekend. I'm taking a nap.

Oh, and waddaya think about the layout now?

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Cat Power - Could We

Ending Note: My room is a mess. So is yours.