Rain

Bring it. I'm ready.

A girl can dream, can't she?

*photo taken from the web, original source unknown.

Krampus

Naughty or nice...you decide.

Dapper Kitty

Dapper Kitty...he's so handsome.  Always in attendance at the midnight grass party, all nine lives intact, each swing of his tail an invitation to adventure.  Champion bare-paw fighter, his moustache is always neatly groomed and never a whisker out of place.  He thinks it tacky to enter a room before any molly.  His awesomeness needs no clowder.

A lone and agile hunter, he has a collection of rare birds, each caught in a single pounce and kept hidden away behind his favorite butcher shop, where he is greeted daily by a stroke to the spine and a bowl of cream.  On occasion, he leaves a sparrow on the doorstep as a thank you to the man with the strong hands and soft heart.

Crepuscular strolls make his eyes shine bright, scaring away would-be predators.  Should one have the gall to get within scratching distance, Dapper Kitty simply makes himself twice his size, emits a hellish howl, and scares away his competition.  With a lick to the paw and a rub to his face, Dapper Kitty turns around and heads back home, putting another daily adventure in the books, and looking forward to what the next day brings...hoping for a nice sunray bath to wash away the mustiness of the night.
-M.

Little Dragon

Again, I know, but holy shit. This song hits home.
-M.

Wallace Stevens

Of all the modernist poets I studied in English major school, Wallace Stevens is the only one that truly got through to me.  There is a beauty in the difficulty of his writing that is balanced by his undying devotion to nature and all its splendor.  His "Thirteen ways of looking at a blackbird" is constantly on my mind, always triggering new perspectives on nature and new definitions on life.  Even though Hemingway used him as a (literal) punching bag, Stevens, to me, is the better writer...with bigger passion.
-M.

Little Dragon

Obsessed.

The Hunger Games

Oh, hell yes.  Finished this up on a gloomy Friday night. So worth losing sleep over.