Apples

Now an Apple is a fruit I love to hate. Don't get me wrong, I really like the taste of Apples, it is just that I hate the fact little bits of it stick in my teeth post snack, and that drives me nuts! So unless I can floss right after I eat, an Apple is usually out of bounds for me.

Strange conversation, you say? What business does a feline have, eating fruits and even worse talking about them? Riiight, it was just a coincidence that I was extremely hungry to the extant that the growling in my stomach was indistinguishable from the growling in my throat and the only thing available right away was, wait for it, yup was an Apple. Anyway demolished it! Regretted it! Bitched about it! And now venting, post a 10 minute search to get a particularly gritty piece out from near the salivary glands.

In a happier frame of mind, Golf is out this weekend thanks to the rain (no really, I mean it, I am grateful it is raining), cause it frees me up for my favorite indoor sport. So the question that begs to be asked is why play something I am obviously not extremely enthused about. The answer is pure and simple, peer pressure.

Everyone the Tom Kat knows, colleagues at work, old school mates or even social friends, plays it, not playing golf is actually a social impediment in these circles. It is one of the few battles that the Tom Kat chooses not to fight and instead prefers to confine. Though to clarify, he does enjoy it to some extant, there is much to be said about being in the sun, green ways and the peace, on the other hand it is exactly that tranquility that he dislikes. The serenity is too taxing on his poor brain which thrives on chaos. A violent, fast, aggressive and intense game is right up his alley.

I have completely digressed from my planned post of the day, but as the old saying goes, 'the best laid plains of man and kat oft go awry'.

Happy Hunting! ME-ow!

Once upon a time ...

I have been thinking of blogging (again), for some time now, and I guess this is as good a time as any other. Facebook blurbs don't give me enough room to verbally stretch, while the less said about Twitter the better. For some reason, I never really bought into the concept that less is more, regardless of all attempts by my erstwhile adviser to convince me otherwise (but that is another story).

Any hew, I was tired of scrounging around on the floor of other people's houses (read commenting), and decided to get my own place (read posting).

If anyone should ask, why the anonymity? It is only because I want to reserve my right to be nasty, while escaping personal recriminations. Isn't that cowardly? Yup! No arguments there. But this is my blog, and if you don't like it, leave (it is nice to make the rules). Not that I anticipate being nasty to people anonymously, but there is much to be said about the option value of anonymity. Is this blog going to have a specific theme? Naw! Just a conduit that serves as a confluence of thoughts.

Enough of this blithering.

ME-ow!

Full disclosure: Just in case there is any ambiguity, this Tom cat's caterwauling days are technically over, think of him more as a domesticated family feline who has been declawed, than as a scent spewing wild cat out sowing his oats. Attribute any posts or comments contrary to the above mentioned notion to an alter ego.