Klowns in my Koffee

The so-called legitimate journalism world is often dismissive of bloggers, even the ones like Matt Drudge who consistently scoop the news services. There's a justification for some of the animosity in the existence of the mommy-bloggers and, even worse, the cat-bloggers. These terms are invective heaped on the fire by trained journalists and there's just enough truth to be painful. I use the 'Next Blog' link in the nav bar to troll through twenty or so new blogs every day for inspiration and tips. It's an interesting game of chance and discovery.

Sometimes I fall into a grouping of blogs that is page after page of the same drooling infant taken from every angle including some best left alone. But, hey, use your free speech for whatever pleases you. The cat people are less forgivable. We have two cats and they are complete members of our weird little family. That being said, there's a woman in the blogosphere who writes her blog as her cat. This wouldn't be all that annoying except that she has hundreds of followers and is peddling the book version of her first few years of posts. Her posts read like this; "I climbed on the granite kitchen counters again even though Mommy yells at me. They feel so delightfully cool on my pads. Well, time for my nap." Some days, she lazes out and posts the same old picture of the cat. It's an elderly cat and may have even died in the RW ("real world") since she's been writing this blog for a few years. In cyberspace, he is immortal. (In space, no one can hear you purr?) In fact, he is going to have to live on or the woman's cash cow cat is at an end.

Despite this build-up, I'm mommy-blogging today. All my children have attended the same preschool and so this relationship has lasted more than twenty years and tens of thousands of dollars. Princess Potatohead will spend the last month before kindergarten at home and so we said a final, tearful good-bye to the school today. She may be ready for kindergarten, but T and I aren't.