I recall feeling nothing but sheer agitation the first time I dropped Angus off at The Holiday Hotel for Cats in West Los Angeles. The entire white-knuckled drive west, I whispered calming words into my traumatized kitten’s ears. It was his first time away from home and I hadn’t quite figured out that cats bond […]
Every Sunday morning I experience what I like to call ‘The Great Sprawl.’ Less like an old Western shoot-em-up starring your average grizzled Republican actor, much more like an old timey land grab, my cats stretch their bodies the length of the bed. My partner and I are rendered immobile until one or both cats […]
Though L.A. temperatures fluctuate between one incessant five-to-ten degree variation of hot, hotter, bathwater acid-rain and dustbowl-misery, Angelinos like to think there are seasons. Our favorite time of year is ‘winter,’ which anyone outside of L.A. would consider a cool summer day, while our least favorite arrives sometime between late August and the end of […]
It’s peony season, that rare time of year I attempt to display flowers in the house. It quickly backslides into an episode of ‘Cold Case Files’ – you know, the one where the bewildered small-town detective attempts to solve the puzzle of which cat decapitated, ingested and finally regurgitated the once-gorgeous blooms all over my […]
Mom’s visits to Los Angeles are usually chock-a-block full of shopping, eating rich foods and flirting with her fair share of smokin’ hot actor-waiters. Her first earthquake, however, an unexpected addition to her itinerary, was not your run-of-the-mill apparition under the bed sort of fare. It was a thirty second 4.2 magnitude adventure ride less […]
There are a few things in life I do my best to avoid: Coachella-like crowds (L.A. has enough crop-topped hipster youths on uncontrolled substances to last a lifetime), asparagus, port-o-potties and unnecessary vet visits. While I’m able to steer clear of most of these, our annual slog to the vet is a necessary evil. One […]
