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my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

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If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com


Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.



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I fed Rex and Lazlo at the same time tonight. Lazlo's been on raw food for about a week. He's ecstatic. There was no transitioning required. Lazlo's not a picky eater. Many years ago, when I lived in NYC, I ordered a pizza. I ate one slice, got up for a napkin, and when I returned I found Lazlo enjoying deep dish with pepperoni and mushroom. Now he's eating whole sardines, or smelt. (Not on pizza.) Usually I cut them into chunks for him, but tonight I dropped an entire uncut sardine into his bowl, just to see what he'd do with it. What he did was bat it once with his paw, picked it up, removed it from his bowl, and then dropped it on the kitchen floor so he could lick its head for a few minutes. Rex was rapt, staring at Lazlo and the sardine with hungry eyes. Then he saw me watching and skulked to the safety of the bathroom. I started individually wrapping the rest of the sardines in plastic while I explained to Lazlo that if he were a cat in the wild and had killed a small bird, or caught a small fish, he'd have to figure out a way to eat it on his own. There wouldn't be any humans with knives waiting around to cut stuff up into manageable portions. And there's no pizza in the forest. I put the individually wrapped sardines into one large freezer bag, after setting aside two of them for tomorrow's meals, and was just about to put them in the freezer when Lazlo turned around and meowed very loudly at me. I knew what it meant: "Shut up and cut this damn thing up, bitch!" But the second Lazlo's back was turned, a predator sprang from the underbrush bathroom. The quick, tan Rex jumped over the loud-mouthed Lazlo, snatched the sardine from the floor, and gulped it down in two seconds.

Lazlo was all, "WTF?" And Rex was all, "LOL."

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