Continued Squirrel Girl Imperil

So, this morning I walked outside to get in my car and drive the two blocks to CVS in my sexy Mazda to buy a cool mist vaporizer that might help alleviate my and Sophie's terrible coughs that I guess I'll blame on a virus worsened by the incredibly dry air that's accompanying the drought caused by global warming. Did you get that? I was immediately made aware of something angry chittering at me. I looked up, and there she was -- The Mother Squirrel. She stayed on that branch for what seemed like minutes but was probably a few seconds, and the whole time kept up the most angry racket of mutterings and growlings. For a split second I felt terrified, certain that she'd come leaping off that branch like some kind of Monty Pythonesque beast and splay herself all over my guilty face, but then I remembered that as a human, the world is under my dominion***, so I pretended bravado and looked down for a moment to adjust my phone, took the above photo and then attempted an Instagram video as she scampered away. Basically, I got away with a scolding, but I'm certain she was pissed at me for not taking care of her baby. I have no idea whether her baby is even alive, but when I got into my car, my other least favorite animal appeared from under my car -- a big, fluffy black cat -- which makes me a tad suspicious that she was waiting around for another baby to fall from the nest.

In all seriousness, if there's such a thing as karma, this might be a testament to its veracity. Baby squirrels falling from nests, black cats lying in wait, sexy Mazdas  instead of legs, a persistent cough and headache, no rain for eight months -- what does it all MEAN?









***Just kidding. I don't really believe that the world is under my dominion. I was only quoting a very well-known Mormon blogger who years ago poo-pooed global warming with that Biblical imperative.

The Self-Cleaning Litter Box Was the Last Straw

That will be the last time I mention or picture cats on the blog. For the record, I do not care about cats, nor do I even like them. I have fond memories of Tigger, my childhood tabby cat, but they're only fond. This afternoon, my friend D texted me this question along with a screen shot of the product in question:

How much money do you make from the self-flushing litter box ads?

Last time I checked, my earnings -- however effortless and passive -- from the old blog were about $101.24, and it seems almost whorish to keep them up. I personally pay no attention at all to ads on others' blogs, and am even offended, often by the overwhelming presence of them on some of those big time blogger blogs. I confess to thinking that maybe one of my posts would somehow go viral, and every click would bring me some cents and before long I'd be buying us all a trip to Bora Bora. Instead, ya'll report on the tedious wait to comment while ads for kitty litter load, and I don't collect a check until my earnings hit $100 which, according to AdSense, hasn't happened since January.

No more ads and no more cats.