William and Ernest: Sharing the Chair #8; Going for the Jugular

One is never sure, watching two cats wash each other, whether it’s affection, the taste, or a trial run for the jugular. ~ Helen Thomson


Why you can’t find things and how I’m going to fix it

But these kitties–they just come, don’t they? ~ Woman whose B&B southwest of London is a shrine to The Cat, both living and decorative

I refixed the problem by changing back to a more user-friendly template. But feel free to read the post anyway. The information is outdated, but if you read far enough, there’s mention of my baby picture.

William and Ernest recently took control of Whiskertips. They didn’t stage a coup or anything, just wormed their way into power.

Anyway, because they prefer to communicate visually rather than verbally, I switched the blog to a format designed for photography. An unexpected consequence of the switch is that earlier posts displaying multiple photos now show only one.

In addition, a title search brings up a page bearing the phrase Search Results above a little box. The box links to the post. If there’s a picture on the post, that picture appears in the box. But if there’s no picture, the box turns up empty, and there’s nothing to identify it as a link.

Experienced surfers will know they’re supposed to click on the box. Those not familiar with the graphical nature of the web, however,  might sit for several seconds, or even minutes, wondering what to do next .

In fact, frequent web users might sit and wonder. I did. Not for minutes, of course, but for long enough to inspire me to write this post.

At any rate, that’s how things work now. I’ll revamp the earlier posts to make search boxes easier to find. I’ll also recover the photos now hidden in cyberspace.

Because there’s a really cute baby picture of me. I’m sitting beside a string of catfish. It’s a shame to keep that from the public.

William and Ernest: Sharing the Chair #6; Sickening Grammar

You may say a cat uses good grammar. Well, a cat does–but you let a cat get excited once, you let a cat get to pulling fur with another cat on a shed, nights, and you’ll hear grammar that will give you the lockjaw. Ignorant people think it’s the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain’t so; it’s the sickening grammar they use. ~ Mark Twain