Please ignore my horribly annoying voice, even if it does provide the biggest clue as to why I didn’t go into broadcast journalism.
Peace, people!
Studly Doright and I were chilling out at Doright Manor. We’d just purchased season 1 of Fargo and had settled in to watch. Studly had the white fuzzy throw on his lap, and I had plucked our newest crocheted throw off the back of the sofa to keep things cozy. Soon Scout, our elder cat, settled herself on my lap and began purring.
That’s when Patches lost it. Our normally timid younger kitty ran around like a mini-banshee, howling and scratching, shaking with fury. After tearing around the den for three full minutes she finally stopped her tirade and sat glaring at us from under the Christmas tree. Studly and I watched in amused bewilderment. Bemuserment, if you will.
Then it occurred to me that Patches had claimed the new throw. In fact, she’d been napping on it nonstop almost from the moment we brought it home from the Christmas party where we’d been fortunate enough to win it.
Patches was pissed that Scout was snuggled on the throw she’d claimed as her own. Like any younger sibling who’d been deprived of her favorite blankie Patches was throwing a tantrum.
Once we figured out the cause of distress I eased Scout from my lap and returned the throw to Patches who snuggled down immediately. Now Scout is peacefully sleeping near the tree and all is right with our world at Doright Manor.
Peace, people!
I keep my blog fairly free of political posts. Oh, occasionally I’ll get riled up about something and spout off, but for the most part Praying For Eyebrowz is a peace-filled zone.
My Facebook feed is just the opposite in a schizophrenic sort of way. It’s filled with dozens of political memes along with a smattering of cat videos. I tried to go without posting political stuff on my feed, but I’m almost addicted.
A few days ago I posted this meme. I think it’s hysterical and makes light of the whole wacky far right’s insistence that the President is a Muslim in cahoots with radical jihadists.
In my comments section I found a nifty conversation between two extreme right wing conspiracy theorists who waxed eloquently about the evils of the current administration bringing about a New World Order. On and on they went using ridiculously inflammatory language intended to get a reaction from me or my friends. And a beautiful thing happened:
We ignored them.
No one responded to these two. It was beautiful. We could’ve gotten all righteous and gone on the attack, but decided to let it go, and the conspiracy theory nut jobs played out like a couple of dud firecrackers.
To celebrate this lesson learned I am going to declare my Facebook page and my blog politics free zones for the next two weeks. That’s my Christmas gift to friends and family. Yes, among other things I’m a bit of a cheapskate.
I’ll leave you with a cute Christmas cat video:
read to me mommy
one more chapter pretty please?
then i’ll go to sleep
once upon a time
a fierce kitty caught her tail
sweet dreams sweet kitten
This big boy is the sweetest cat at Tallahassee Animal Services. His name is Louie and his paws are the size of dinner rolls.
Louie has been at TAS since 11/28/2015. He is FIV positive, but still has so much love to give.
And if you’d prefer a female, Sigourney is super affectionate. She has been at TAS since the 8th of November.
And then there’s Winston, a two month old kitten who melts everyone’s heart except for that of his brother, Blaze.
Come find your best friend at Tallahassee Animal Services this weekend! Fees on all adoptions have been waived for this Saturday and Sunday for a special, May the Fur Be With You event.
Remember, don’t shop, ADOPT!
Peace, people!
rain blessed monday
peace abounds
beads of golden autumn leaves
linked through and around
while squirrels scamper
acorns to bury
in preparation for Florida’s
winter fury.
Our cats, Patches and Scout, insisted that I join them outside on the screened in porch this afternoon. After a brief nap with Scout nestled on my lap and Patches in the chair beside me I began watching the gray squirrels zipping around and hiding nuts like there is no tomorrow. I hope they aren’t disappointed by our dearth of winter weather. Maybe I’ll invite the little darlings inside for hot cocoa.
Doright Manor is built in such a way that four doors open onto our porch. There is set of French doors in the formal living, another from the den, and another from the master bedroom. Then there is a single door opening from the master bath directly across from the French doors in the den.
Since completing our covered/screened in porch project we’ve almost exclusively used the den doors to access our new seating area on the porch. This morning while sipping my coffee and watching squirrels cavort around the lake I decided to open the door to the master bath so the cats could easily access their litter box without having to go all the way around the house.
Our older girl, Scout, is totally chill about the new doorway. She’s sitting in one of the patio chairs like, “Yeah, I knew that door would open eventually….No biggie.”
But our younger baby, Patches, has had her mind blown. It’s like she’s discovered Narnia. Patches has run back and forth nonstop across the porch all morning to verify the door’s existence, stopping at intervals to meow a clear question, “What’s going on here?” There might be an expletive in there, but I’m not that fluent in Cat.
At some point she’ll run out of steam and questions. That’s when I’ll open the door onto the master bedroom. That will really blow her mind.
Peace, people!
I roused myself from bed fairly early Monday morning, showered, drank a couple of cups of coffee, and did my best to look presentable before leaving Doright Manor on a minor shopping expedition. On most days my efforts at self beautification are wasted, and I leave the house looking, at best, like a third generation homeless woman on a epically bad day.
On this Monday, though, the stars were aligned, the makeup gods full of good will, and I looked really good for a 59-year-old grandmother. Dare I say I was glowing? I blew myself a goodbye kiss in the mirror and took off in search of items Studly Doright wanted for his new diet. (More on that in a future post–if I don’t kill him first.)
While pushing a cart around Whole Foods I stooped to pick up a can of cranberry sauce from a bottom shelf and felt my back suddenly go “squitch!” I winced in pain and attempted to stand up in the throes of a full blown muscle spasm. Abandoning the cranberry sauce I crab walked to the checkout and paid for the things in my basket.
My face must have reflected the squitching going on in my lumbar region because the lovely young cashier found someone to carry my groceries to the car for me. Truly sometimes age and its accompanying pains have their perks.
Once in the car I thought in my practical self voice, “Go have a massage.”
My vain self answered, “But, but, your makeup looks so good today! You know that only happens once ever decade or so.”
For a heartbeat I listened to my vain self. Thank goodness I decided to go with practical me, but for a heartbeat I was faced with the ultimate conundrum: Is it better to feel good or to look good? In a perfect world I could do both.
Peace, people!
I missed my last two sessions of kitten cuddling at Tallahassee Animal Services due to our Texas vacation. I was a little concerned that I’d lost my ability to cuddle kittens, but my fears were ungrounded. Kitten cuddling might be my true calling. Studly Doright wishes it was a more lucrative calling; I maintain that happy kittens are reward enough.
This past weekend there was a big adoption event at the shelter, so there were only ten or so kittens available. Once I changed out all the litter boxes and made sure all the felines had fresh food there was plenty of time to play with cats.
This kitten is approximately 4 months old. Her hobbies are purring and snuggling with available humans. The shelter staff named her Sasha Fierce, but I think she should be ‘Stache:
Summer, pictured below, is a demure little lady. She is extremely gentle and has a classy attitude. 
Franco, is fond of being petted. One might say he is addicted to love.
Go check out the online kennel at http://www.talgov.com. And remember, don’t shop, ADOPT!
Peace, people!
nothing can compare
with sloppy doggie kisses;
paws for approval.
scratch behind the ears
forms friendship for a lifetime;
canine loyalty.
sweetest companion
bundle of fur and pure joy
loved beyond measure.
A friend’s beloved dog was attacked yesterday by an aggressive dog who escaped from his owner. Please send healing thoughts to little Cayla and her humans.
peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 