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April 2011


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

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Rex, day five

Rex seems to be settling in to the routine around here rather well. He's great in his crate and seems to understand that eventually I'll wake up and let him out of it, and is perfectly content to curl up in a ball and nap quietly until I do. I like that. If children did that, I might get one. After he has his brunch and we roam the yard, Rex races up the stairs (Everything is fast with Rex. He's like a Meth addict who's hyped up on Red Bull.) and runs to the couch so he can sit next to me and watch Ellen while I eat my brunch. No coffee for Rex though. Sometimes Lazlo comes up to remind me that he's awake and therefore should be eating, and Rex just sits and stares now without trying to antagonize him. I like that. Afterward we go over to the Home Office in Becky's house so he can antagonize Margot and Guinness and see if they like him enough yet to play. Not so much. However, they did play outside today and Margot even chased him up and down the driveway a couple of times. Although, her vicious sneer and the fact that she kept going for Rex's throat may indicate the true nature of the chasing, but Rex had fun and got some exercise, so who cares?

Lazlo is officially the coolest cat on The Compound. (He's the only cat on The Compound, but don't tell him that.) Tonight, while Rex and I were hanging on the couch and sketching while watching some show about Fat Camp on MTV—I was sketching, Rex is the television junkie—Lazlo waltzed right by us and into Rex's crate without a care in the world. You could almost hear him saying in a Richard Pyrorlike voice, "That's right. I'm bad. I'm bad. Uh-huh." He sniffed everywhere while Rex looked on, almost as if he was thinking about planting a flag inside reading No Dogz Allowed (Cat's are horrible spellers.) I turned to Rex and asked, "Are you going to put up with this shit?" He shrugged as if to say, "He was here first. What's a dog to do?" And then he fell over onto a pillow and fell asleep.

And look at him playing with a bone. I can't deny it; he's pretty cute.