Circle of Life, Again

In the continued theme of sad news, I am sorry to report that the life of Chris and Sara's deaf and retarded orange cat (beloved deaf and retarded orange cat) has come to an end.  The situation sucks all around, but he was suffering a lot in his last few days, so in a way I guess it's better.  Poor Tweaker.  May he be eating at the same time as someone is brushing him somewhere in the sky.

Meanwhile, and coincidentally, a very tiny orange kitten has been adopted by a household in the burbs with which I am familiar.  He didn't seem like a Clint Eastwood or a Dennis Hopper, and so has been named Steve McQueen - but he doesn't have much of a personality at this point.  He has, however, proven multiple times that no, cats do NOT always land on their feet, a trait that he and the late Tweaker share. 

I expect Sara will have some suggestion re what I should drink at Tweak's memorial, which I imagine will take place as soon as the hellions stop crying long enough for such plans to be made.  If I can drink a quantity of Rickard's and put on a fake moustache for Jack Layton*, surely there is some appropriate way for me to honour the Leo-tard's memory.

In good and exciting news, I have unearthed my 1986 Yamaha keyboard, and found a power source for it, so that I can even turn it on.  Synthesized backbeats in varying musical styles have become the new soundtrack of my life.  Perhaps tonight calypso.  I'll be playing Jingle Bells and swilling Tom Collinses and Freixenet in no time at all.  Which backbeat to choose?

I know all too well that it has been a long time indeed since my last post, but don't hold it against me.  Besot with technical difficulties and several personal stressors.  Pity me. 

*Moustache was very itchy and I kept accidently soaking it with beer.  But I was kind of cute with it on anyway, and will be posting some photos in near future.  Maybe even tomorrow.