Kaply, Inc is the pain in the ass brainchild of Tracy Lynn Kaply. Like real kids, it costs me money, refuses to do what I want it to do, and has yet to clean its’ room.

I’m a 45 year old woman living in Seattle with one cat, named Kato. One huge, geriatric, idiot brown tabby. He’s good looking, though, and a cat, so I’m not sure how smart he needs to be, but it would be nice if he could manage to get under the covers without assistance. And maybe if he weren’t afraid of the movement of air.

I have kidney failure and I used to do hemo dialysis at home. Now I have to do dialysis in-center, because I have rheumatoid arthritis. Obviously I cannot have nice things, because I just ruin them, like my kidneys.

It has been suggested that I don’t actually have kidney failure, it’s really just that I have a bad attitude. I am willing to admit that this may be a valid point.

I am on disability, which means that I am one of those filthy people living on the teat of society. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

I like cheese.

I have a side project, because I am incapable of resisting new and or shiny things. It’s called The Meat Bunker.

If you still want to contact me, you can at tracy.kaply(at)gmail.com. I am funny once in awhile at Google +Tracy Kaply. It’s almost scary, isn’t it? Like an attempt at world domination, 100 KB at a time.