I am a cat who died a year ago.

Mom just spruced up my grave site, and the first snow of the season is falling softly. I love snow, so I arose to say Hello.

I checked blogster (love the name) and it appears my friends have indeed left there for good. I resist returning here because the name mybloggers is bad virtual feng shui. But I've gotten used to worse.

Listened to George Noory last nite on coasttocoastam.com (metaphysical, out of body, did that alien eat my candy bar or was it my coworker?) whose guest (randy rogers) said NOTHING happens without a purpose, everything has meaning.

Yeah, right, whatever, I think, as I fertilize my crops (Farmville). Did I choose today to come up out of the grave for a reason?

On Blogster, the random blog I read was on stress (me mum is under heavy, not saying it isnt self induced) then jumped to Grrrr-Easy where I discovered a usable quote from Jondude's blog (preference for a pleasant vice over an annoying virtue - Moliere).

Maybe I need to return to blogging for (me mum's) mental health. I may allow my successor to write on my behalf. She is a bit prettier than me, and a whole lot stupider.