01Aug20: What’s up, Doug?


Andy’s curious. Why won’t I let him come around to the other side? 

Maybe it’s because he has “Itchy Paws” and all I need to start hyperventilating again is Andy to wipe out what little hard won progress I’ve made on the nightmare configuration issues on my new laptop and photo sharing from my smart phone.


Seems like I resolve one issue and bring up twelve more. I’m not kidding about hyperventilation! ( I hope the person who cuts my beard and hair is operating again soon or I might be tempted to do it myself. >self to myself< “Don’t do it, Doug!”) 


Post 1896: The kitty boys are back!


We’ve had a grumpy few days, thanks to a laptop giving up the ghost, but my new laptop means the kitty boys and I can return to regular posting.

What’s going to fall apart next? I suspect it’s time for the smart phone to go belly up. I mean, don’t expensive things always fail close to expensive holidays like Christmas? And it’s about the only bit of technology I use that’s left to croak!

09Aug22: peacock feathers…

Andy prefers I present peacock feathers under a newspaper, but he still finds them interesting anyway I present them to him.

07Aug22: that look…

Andy gives me this look when I wake him up by petting or “scritching” him. Unfortunately for Andy, he looks so sweet when he’s asleep, he’s irresistible!

06Aug20: Andy’s hunting technique…

Andy is a “dig it out” style of hunter. He might not react to the peacock feather swishing in front of him, but stick it in a magazine or newspaper, and he rips into it!

05Aug22: old friends…

An old army buddy, Dan Ehl, writes books. I believe this is his seventh published in the series. It also is one he included me in the dedication, a nice surprise. Another old army buddy, Ron, and Dan’s wife, Barb I know. Good company!

Andy seems unimpressed, but I appreciate Dan’s gesture! Our friendship goes back to when we were stationed in the 69th Signal Company (Photo) in Kaiserslautern, then-West Germany. 🇩🇪 Dan was a still photographer and I was a motion picture photographer.

Dan was the one who introduced to the Tropfsteinhöhle Restaurant, a quirky place decorated like it was a cave with stalagmites with elves or some spirits among them (as I recall…).

The chef was a culinary school trained chef from Italy and his wife was a dour German who sat at the Stammtisch with her nasty miniature poodle, Cheri. She waited on the patrons. Cheri’s purpose was to bark at us and be very annoying.

The food was excellent, then they turned it into a pizza restaurant. 🍕

I always ordered the saltimbocca mit pommes frites. Barbarian that I am, I asked for catsup for the french fries, but snuck some on the saltimbocca! The chef 👨‍🍳 would come out of the kitchen about then to ask how the saltimbocca was – always excellent! – and, I hope, never caught me sneaking catsup on his masterpiece. The Tropfsteinhöhle Restaurant wasn’t upscale enough for that fellow! And I wish I could apologize to him for the catsup indiscretion!

03Aug22: window time…

Andy just started to address an itch when he caught sight of something exciting outside in the fir tree. 😳

To scratch or to phantasize about a nice sparrow stew?! 🤔 It’s not easy being a kitty!

02Aug22: Andy loves a good “scritching”

When Andy wants a good “scritching”, he hops up on the back of the computer chair he and the late Dougy 🙄 scratched into a shredded mess.

01Aug22: pouting…

Andy’s unhappy with me just now. He wants kitty treats and I think he will get fat if I cave in every time he gets a notion to beg for his Greenies.

31 Jul22: stringing along…

A rompiferous romp of rompers ’round the recliner…and a bit of string.

Andy approves of this 👏 ! Woo hoo, meow!