Andy does his impression of a famous landmark
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Where I found one of these photos…
http://www.mg.art.8m.com/egypt/EGYPT.HTM
Post 422: There’s one like it in Egypt.
Monthly Archives: May 2014
Post 421: …no bad doggies here…!
Perhaps Andy knows something about this.
Things were askew. Once again, trash strewn on the floor by an overturned wastepaper basket caught the corner of my eye.
Suspicious. There’s that Smith political mailer chunk I keep tossing away…! How can that be?
Just curious or…?!
…part of an organized wastepaper basket marauders gang of bad kitty cats!? (And Dougy is the lookout!)
Well, there are no bad doggies here, so I have my answer. Bad boys! Bad! Bad! Bad!
Post 420: Andy’s favorite toy
Andy is a suspicious little cat, and doesn’t readily come to play, unlike his brother Dougy, who’s always up for play. Because of Andy’s quiet nature, any time he shows interest in something or wants to play, I definitely encourage him!
Most of the toys Dougy likes, Andy doesn’t. One toy is almost exclusively Andy’s: the rod with the multi-colored ribbon on it, the Cat Charmer (so it’s called)!
I lead Andy into temptation…
I have his interest!
I leave this toy out because it is kind of fun to see that Andy’s been playing with it, specifically, it’s never in the same place I last saw it! Andy picks it up and carries it around.
Most mornings, I wake up, and it’s on the floor by my bed. “Come play with me,” Andy tries to tell me. “Now!”
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We played a little with the toy, then went our separate ways. Andy came back, though, and crawled into a favorite hidey hole, the box across from my computer desk.
Andy, watching me from the box across from my computer desk.
He knows I still have his favorite toy on my desk…!
Post 419: Maya Angelou
A world that gained its voice on April 4th, 1928 must now deal with the stillness that surrounds its passing. Today, Maya Angelou passed into history, her voice preserved, thank God, in the hearts of all lovers of freedom, the right to be.
Here’s her tribute to another large voice in the endless quest to banish injustice:
Post 418: the holiday is over
I picked up the geraniums from the cemetery this morning. They’d survived well, even though we had some heavy rain during the time they were out. In fact, they looked great, and now greet people who come to my front door.
The holiday was a quiet meditation for me. I didn’t even break out so much as a hotdog or a flag to proclaim some patriotic American ideal. Many people died in the belief what they did for their country was noble and promoted something good. Good enough. Let’s not spoil it with irony.
Post 417: Memorial Day 2014
See you again Tuesday.
Post 416: a visit to the cemetery
It’s time to place the potted geraniums on the three graves I decorate. The day is overcast, so (I hope) the plants will do fine till I pick them up tomorrow afternoon or Tuesday. I’ll give them a good drenching at the graves.
Post 415: reblog of gpcox’s “Arlington Cemetery, 150 Years”
I can’t think of any better way to emphasize the significance of Memorial Day than to reblog gpcox’s post for today. His postings always are interesting for their historic relevance and insights into war. I recommend you take a bit of time to read through a few, maybe even subscribe to this blog, as part of your Memorial Day observances.
Post 414: killer instincts
I accidentally let in a miller when I took out the trash this morning. The boys may have been sleepy up to that point (a bit after 4 AM), but the moment Andy first noticed a live moth in the room, mayhem ensued.
Yep, mayhem ensued!
Andy chased the miller to the top of the cat tree, where he pounced and pinned it. The carpet on the cat tree apparently gave the miller just enough wiggle room, though, to escape my little predator’s razor claws of death. Mrow!
They call this “foreshadowing”!
Off it flew, a bit battered but — better believe it — a bit smarter!
But not smart enough! Dougy spotted the miller on the wall by the dining room table, and chased it onto the table, where it landed on top of a precariously piled stack of periodicals.
Dougy, no petite cat, then prowled around on the tabletop till his perilous pawhold on a clutter of papers and things yielded to an opportunity to knock things over or to pounce the prey he and Andy positively would eat raw if possible!
POW! Another pouncing claw of death descended on the pitiful, poor prey!
But this time, Dougy caught the little bugger! And promptly chewed it up and swallowed it. Right in front of Andy! Andy was scandalized, though I’m sure he wouldn’t save a nibble or two for his brother either. Not if that nibble was a juicy miller moth! Nope! Not a juicy miller!
This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 United States license.
Attribution: Whitney Cranshaw, Colorado State University, Bugwood.org
The miller is the adult form of the notorious garden pest, the army cutworm, so I approve of this recidivist behavior in my cats: Once a killer, always a killer, eh!?
Good boys! The miller slipped into the house slightly after 4 AM, and the boys chased, pounced, captured, and ate it, all within five minutes! You get the next one, Andy. Promise!
Post 413: museum day
After yesterday’s busy trip to the veterinarian with Andy and the follow-up posts and video, today lacked drama.
This morning, I answered comments on the videos and post, tossed some of the boys’ new toys out for them to chase (and knock under things, where I’ll find them when I clean, I fear!), and spent the afternoon at the military museum.
The museum will be open seven days a week for the summer, which is nice because it means new volunteers will fill in the five other days a week another volunteer and I didn’t cover since last summer.
A new director was hired, I think, after a long search, and she will have a logjam of busy work going back to last summer to catch up with. A good way to learn what’s involved in the museum, eh?!
With the warmer weather, I had several visitors today, something that didn’t happen most of the winter. I always feel great when this city resource starts to get some use! With the coming holiday, Memorial Day, it is all the more important that people visit the military museum for a reminder of what the holiday is all about.
I like to use live flowers when I decorate family graves for Memorial Day. Mom used to put out geraniums when it was her turn to honor our dead, and it has been my turn to continue the tradition the past few years.