Property of a Lady

Deborah Lipp goes on about Wicca, politics, movies, Paganism, and cats. Not necessarily in that order.

So, in case you haven’t noticed, there’s been no catblogging lately. It’s Bill Gates’s fault.

I really do hate Vista. Fuck Vista. I had no choice but to get it, because I couldn’t find a good new computer with XP on it, and my old computer died, and you get the picture.

But my photo editor doesn’t have working filters on Vista. Everything else works; I can open, mask, crop, resample, all those photo-y things. But I can’t sharpen, brighten, or any of those things, so I can’t take crappy cat pictures and turn them into awesomely adorable cat pictures.

So I should focus on solving this problem. Instead I just grunt and growl and move on to some other task.

So, fyi, cats still cute.

I lost my camera. Then found it. Then lost it. And found it again early this morning.

Normally I do the photo stuff on Thursday nights, so finding it this morning didn’t really help.

To refresh your memory, here is a rerun of a cute picture of my cute cats.

I am not sure how we started picking Mingo up in strange ways. Like this. But he loved it. Loved it. And begged for it. And actually, still begs for it. But it seemed really weird and creepy so we asked the vet and she said don’t do it. So we don’t.

But it makes for a wild photo.