Patches was jealous of Scout’s moment in the sun yesterday, so today she gets to be the star. I call this one, “Too Lazy for Words.”
Tag: cats
Snapshot #177
Patches and I were sitting out on the back porch when she asked to have her picture taken. I call this, “‘Meow’ Means I’m Beautiful in Catonese.”
I Lost My Marble
A few months ago I posted a whimsical piece about the thoughts I entertained while picking up a marble with my toes. (Link below, if you’re interested.) The exercise eventually helped reform my wayward middle metatarsal, and I dispensed with the activity.
Recently, though, my metatarsal began behaving badly again. When I went to find my marble it was gone. I truly had lost my marble. I looked high and low, mumbling to myself like some sort of mad woman. The cats, who I suspect of having had something to do with my marble’s disappearance watched me warily as I dove into drawers, cast shoes about the closet, and peered into dark corners and between chair cushions. Alas, no marble.
So when I spied a jar of marbles at a shop in Apalachicola with the sign, “Marbles: 30 for $1.00,” I grabbed a couple of greenies and took them to the checkout counter.
“Only two?” The proprietor asked.
“Yes sir, you see I lost my marble and I’m looking for a replacement. The second one’s insurance.”
“In that case, no charge,” he said. “Never let it be said that I deprived a woman of her marbles.”
Call me crazy, but I think he just wanted me out of his store.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2016/10/13/thoughts-while-picking-up-a-marble-with-my-toes/
Cats and Tongues
Cat got your tongue? he asked.
That’s the stupidest question ever, I replied
Cats have no need for human tongues and such, but they might have my yarn.
Cats love yarn.
Snapshot #77
Let’s call this one, “We’re Leaving it up for the Cats.”
There’s No Place Like Home for a Faerie
Our faerie family decided today that they could return to their home.
They still have some cleanup to do, but they gathered in their garden to thank me and all of you for supporting them during Hurricane Hermine.
They’d so admired one of my decorative plates that I presented it to them as a gift. I think it will be appreciated by the wee folk more than it ever was by me. And it makes a colorful backdrop for their garden.
Quite frankly, it was time they moved out. It’s not that I didn’t want them staying in the house, but the cats were having a hard time remembering that they’d pledged not to eat them. I can’t imagine the bad karma that might ensue from having one’s cats devour a fae family.
Peace, people!
Snapshot #24
Our younger cat, Patches, refuses to step on the fuzzy rug in our den, but she loves to perch on the bolster we use to stretch out our backs. This snapshot is called, “Patches’s Aversion to Fuzz.”
Snapshot #’s 16 and 17
Note: This post was written several days pre-hurricane. Carry on.
Would you look at this? The faeries agreed to move in with three conditions:
1) They can stay on the screened in porch.
2) The cats have to stay at least 15 yards away.
3) A suitable temporary home be found.
The cats were willing to give in to the distance provision, and I’m okay with the faeries using the screened in porch as long as the storm doesn’t threaten that area.
I had two bird houses from which to choose, and after looking at photos of both, the faeries said this one would do.
I asked if I could snap a photo so that everyone would know they were safe. While they agreed to the photo, they were surprised that anyone even knew of their existence.
I assured them that a great many folks were concerned about their welfare.
The cats are keeping their oath to refrain from eating our guests. I’d say in the realm of human-faerie-feline relations this experiment has been an unmitigated success.
Peace, people.
Hurricane Prep, Cats, and Faeries
After much procrastination (not to brag, but that’s one of my specialities) I decided to drive into Tallahassee to stock up on supplies. I knew we’d need bottled water, but beyond that I didn’t have a clue. I’m not a terrific grocery shopper under normal conditions, but with a possible hurricane headed our way I needed to focus.
I only had to shop for Studly Doright and me, so there was no need to go overboard. I figured a loaf of bread, a fresh jar of peanut butter, mixed nuts, Cheez Whiz, tuna fish and chicken salad snacks, crackers, power bars and fruit snacks would tide us through a couple of days without power. Of course I couldn’t leave the store without buying Studly’s favorite Vienna sausages. Shudder!
My problem now is convincing myself not to eat any of our supplies until there’s an actual need. I can leave the little sausages alone, but those Apple Straws look interesting. They were an impulse buy to substitute for my favorite Little Debbie oatmeal cream cakes that had already sold out. Damnit! Everybody wanted that chewy, creamy goodness. Here’s hoping a dearth of Little Debbie oatmeal cream cakes isn’t a matter of life and death.
After putting away the groceries I noticed a note propped up against the cookie jar on the kitchen table. Hmm. Maybe Studly stopped by Doright Manor during his lunch time. But when I looked closely I realized that wasn’t Studly’s handwriting:
The cats seldom leave notes for us, and when they do they mostly pertain to the quality of their treats or the state of their cat litter. Scout once wrote me a thank you note for cleaning the carpet of her upchucked hairballs, but that was an exception. This apparently was another exception. Not far from this bit of writing was the indicated note:
First off, I could see the cats need a lesson in changing the “y” to “i” when creating past tenses and plurals, but I was overcome by their thoughtfulness.
I delivered the note to the faeries, now it remains to be seen if they trust us enough to accept our invitation. Of course if they do I’ll need to figure out how to feed them. Maybe Studly will share his Vienna sausages.
Update on the storm: As I typed this post, Tropical Depression 9 was reclassified as Tropical Storm Hermine. I just heard on the Weather Channel that the Tallahassee area could experience the worst storm in decades. Oh joy. Maybe I need to go in search of those Little Debbie cakes.
Peacr, people!
Tropical Depression 9
We’ve got trouble coming.
According to tracking predictions on my Storm app, Tropical Depression Nine is going to make a pass very near Doright Manor in Florida this week. The disturbance is heading into the Gulf of Mexico now where it’s picking up steam and could potentially be upgraded to a hurricane.
Studly Doright and I experienced a couple of hurricanes when we lived in Melbourne, Florida, in ’03 and ’04. I’m not in the mood to repeat those experiences. Sitting in a boarded up home (aka “hunkering down”) for 24 hours straight while ferocious winds blew unidentifiable objects into our home was not optimal for my sanity. This blog should be proof of that. And we did it twice.
Had I never had to hunker down to survive two hurricanes I’d probably be writing a how-to blog for docile homemakers or an advice column for lovesick teenagers.
I asked Studly if the cats and I could evacuate to a safer place this time. He just pulled his hat down on his head and croaked, “We’re gonna need a bigger boat.”
Maybe those days of hunkering down took a toll on him, too.
Oh, and because the storm is currently called “Tropical Depression Nine,” I thought this video featuring The Searchers was a fitting cap to the post. Enjoy!
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 