Life as an Extreme Sport

Tuna Tuesday: Times You Don’t Want to Wash a Cat

“Hey, Kelly? Weren’t you supposed to start writing about a week ago, give or take?” “Why yes, Anonymous Internet Voice, I was!” “Well, you didn’t. Why not?” “It’s a bit of a story, Anonymous Internet Voice, but pull up a virtual chair and I’ll tell you all about it…” Okay, cutesy conceit dropped, but the point remains. I was supposed to write. I didn’t write. What the hell happened to writing? Well, a record heatwave for this early in the season turned me into a puddle of Not Doing. I don’t have central air in my apartment, and only my bedroom has A/C. (In this photo, Toledo is helpfully illustrating that it’s so hot all his bones melted.) In fact, it was so hot that, when I wasn’t trying to keep myself cool, I was trying to cool down the cats. However, I discovered that a wet clothe on the

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