Sitting alone on my favorite couch, a woolen scarf wrapped around my neck to fight autumn’s friskiness, I am thinking about my younger years… I had a very nice childhood. I could go about and tell my favorite memories of it, and maybe I will someday, but it is not the point of this…… Continue reading I am so lucky…
Whut mom? Bedz? Whut bedz? Yeah, exactly. Why buy cussions, cat trees and other cat stuff full price when miss Furball can just knock down the DVDs off her favorite shelf and make herself “comfortable” next to my steel chandelier? Dang right! Now go away… You got yur picture, leave me alone! ZzZzzzzz ZzzZZzzz zzZZzzz….…… Continue reading Whut’s bedz?
This week, in Montréal, Cinéma Tapis Rouge (an organisation encouraging cinematografic exchanges) is presenting a short Nordic Film Festival. Yeah… Nordic, as in Scandinavian, as in Denmark baby!! There are only a few movies presented this year, but it only makes choices easier to make! Yesterday, chéri and I left home around 10 pm to attend our…… Continue reading Huset… (The House)
You don’t have to talk… Of course, he didn’t. Replying would have requested being there in the first place. She was aware of that, but she could feel his presence all the same. His laughter still lingered in the air, and the searing feeling of his lips on her ivory skin was as real…… Continue reading The empty room…
Not long ago, I wrote about a homeless man I met during Montréal’s Film Festival… John To be very honest, I almost deleted my post just before hitting the “publish” key. I was afraid the story would give the idea that I was bragging about being nice to the homeless. It wasn’t my intention, I…… Continue reading Dear John Doe’s daughter…
Already a year, since our beloved furrball was born! It seems like yesterday… I tried to throw a little celebration to honor her first 365 days of being cute (most of the time anyway) but she really didn’t care all that much about it! Meowiversary? Whut’s that anyway, mum? Just give me them treats,…… Continue reading Happy burfwhat???
Aujourd’hui j’aimerais pouvoir découper délicatement ton âme sur le pointillé, et faire de toi deux êtres parfaitement semblables, Pour que ton coeur n’aie plus jamais à souffrir de ne pas être ailleurs…
It was still so early, that it seemed the sun was refusing to rise again. She had walked a long way to stand there, almost on his daily way to whatever he spent his days doing. Waiting for his silhouette to peak out, she wondered… She hadn’t announced herself this time. How would he…… Continue reading Waiting by the road…
You’d think that after a 10 hours long shift, all I’d be in for would be to hop in my pjs, wrap myself in my favorite blanket and watch my favorite Monday tv shows… But you know how it goes… You’re ready to take it easy, and a good friend calls in, and offers an…… Continue reading Walking in San Francisco…
February rain was pouring down, but he didn’t mind… Are you tongue ticklish? Where did she find those ideas? Tongue ticklish, did she mean anything naughty? Pulling the wooden coffee stick out of her cup, she handed it his way, inviting him to scratch on his taste buds… Surprisingly, the scrubbing gave him a…… Continue reading Sweet little nothings…
Cyranny's Cove 