I am sort of a zealot when it comes to my hatred of people who dress up their pets in clothing on a regular basis. Now I know the little rat dogs have no fur and about a thimble worth of blood flowing through them so you have to put a sweater on them when you go out into the tundra. But does its sweater have to match yours? Does your little 'Boobookins' need an outfit for each day of the week or worse yet each mood they are feeling? The one day of the year that I cut these sad and lonely people some slack is Halloween. Everything living thing should be able to dress up in costumes on Halloween. Even if they are bad costumes but that is a post for another time. Usually Admiral Fluffy goes as a cat if he goes anywhere but I can see him pulling off this look. Now I just need a Musketeer costume of my own. Porthos was one of the Three Musketeers and he was the fat one so don't give me that look. I could cut a dashing swath across that dance floor. OOOOOOO high boots, pantaloons, a feather in my hat and a sword. They knew how to dress back then.
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.