After some fiddling, I have finally taken the leap and ported across to my new Joomla-based site. There are still a few old pages that I will need to transfer across -- and I hope to do some mapping of the old URLs to the new Joomla urls, so hopefully no old bookmarks will break, but please be patient as we go through this transition!
I believe that, ultimately, this new site will be worth the wait, and that I will be more likely to make updates on a regular basis. Until I have everything working properly, however, you might be interested in some of the old links (such as they are) that will still work for a while! (As I replace these with the new pages, I'll remove the old links from this page!)
If you run into any problems, please let me know via the Contact Pete page (under the "Pete's Place" menu.)
Enjoy your visit!
It was October 2001, barely a month after the attack on the World Trade Center that changed the world, when I had the encounter that changed my world.
I came downstairs into the garage, on my way to work. My garage was fully enclosed, but there were several ways in which a small animal could get inside, not least of which was the pet-hole that the previous occupants had carved into the rear door. (There was also an interior door into the rest of the house, usually kept closed.) This particular morning I came down to discover a cat making itself at home on the bonnet of my car. This was not uncommon—there were several cats in the neighbourhood and they all seemed fond of my garage—but usually they would bolt as soon as I opened the door. This one simply stared at me. I shooed it off my car, and it bolted out the hole in the back door, launched itself to the top of the six-foot fence between my place and the neighbour's yard—and paused there just long enough to give me a look that said "you don't get rid of me that easily!" I went to work and thought no more of it.
The next day I came down into the garage again, to find the same cat sprawled comfortably across my bonnet. I shooed it away. Instead of running away, it jumped down, trotted fearlessly across the floor towards me, rubbed itself around my ankles and demanded loudly: MeeOOWWWWW! Feed me!