Category Archives: All In A Day’s Work

Not Your Cat’s Friskies

Someone told me, “If you want to increase blog traffic, you’ve got to post about cats or food. That’s what people like.” Now I have nothing against felines or key limes, but I happen to be in the love business, No offense, Kit Kats and kitty cats.

Then I figured, how about hooking up a kitten with a nice sandwich? This way everyone’s happy.

I went through my files of single food and while none of the sandwiches were interested, I did find some available broccoli.

I said to this cat, here, I have some nice broccoli I want you to meet. You interested?

He gives me a look that says, “That green stuff comes within one foot of my lips and I get a restraining order.”

Personally, I don’t understand. It’s a wholesome snack. I guess kitty likes it hot and spicy, even if it’s not the best thing for him. What could I do? I aim to please.

There. I hope everyone’s happy. Just don’t get burned.

Cat photo by Paolo Signorini at


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Valentines Cupid
Make up your mind, Lady. You hire me to do a job and now you want to cancel? No refunds in less than 24 hours. A deal’s a deal. And what’s with going over my head and calling on the Big Guy?

See what I put up with? I do a job and all I get is attitude.


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Rhymes With Cupid

I love this documentary of me in the course of duty. Not thrilled with the title, though. Stupid Cupid? Hello, People! Just because it rhymes doesn’t mean you have to use it. And if you’re really stuck on rhyming, I can think of much better words, for example, Flupid. Or Moopit. Kind of like Muppet, but instead of “muh,” you say “moo” like a cow. Then there’s Poopid, such as what cows drop in copious amounts. Such as the way I feel when I fly into a load of freshly hatched, bird poopid. Oh, never mind… I love Stupid Cupid. It’s adorable.

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Posted by on June 26, 2011 in All In A Day's Work


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It’s me, Cupid, just older and uglier.

Wow. My first post. I hope you’re excited because someone has to be and it’s not me. So why am I here?

This blog is a form of therapy. After all, I’ve been hookin’ up love-crazed humans for ages and to be honest, I’m a little sick of it. You try being immortal and doing the same job century after century without a retirement package or even the hope of dropping dead. Get the pic?

I know, I know. When you’re employed by the gods, you assume you get everything. Lots of perks, good benefits, but to tell you the truth, I report to a Chief Executive Officer who never tires, never retires, and thinks all us immortals should do the same.

I may take a sabbatical, with or without the Big Guy’s permission. A little R&R wouldn’t hurt and, frankly, sometimes he nods off, too. As if we hadn’t noticed.

Everyone makes a mess out of love without my help. But I’m not giving up. Not yet.

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Posted by on June 24, 2011 in All In A Day's Work


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