Post 725: Supposed to get to 80 today…!

It’s supposed to get to 80°F (26.7°C) today, something more like summer than early spring. I’m sure my boys will like it, given the African origins of domestic cats, but I’m not ready for hot weather.

Andy on top; Dougy in the tub.  How cliché!

Andy on top; Dougy in the tub.
How cliché!

The doors can be left open, though, and the fresh air is appreciated after the stale winter air of three male animals locked in a small place is replaced with a sweet breeze!

Post 724: “Whatchew lookin’ at…?”

Not that warm today, but it’s nice inside in the sun. Ask Dougy!

Enjoying the morning sun!

Enjoying the morning sun!

Of course, when you aren’t doing anything and others around you are doing something, there is tension. “Why aren’t you doing something?”

"Whatchew lookin' at...?" Dougy's horns are up. Guess it's best to let sun-dozing cats lie!

“Whatchew lookin’ at…?”
Dougy’s horns are up. Guess it’s best to let sun-dozing cats lie!

 

Post 723: Caturday is a day of rest, I guess and catching up…

Dougy whined for me to bring out the Neko toy first thing, of course, then he acted like it was too much to expect him to actually play with it, too.

"Ho...""

“Ho…””

"...hum...!"

“…hum…!”

"...!..."

“…um!!”

"What's that dang Dougy doing? Kill iut already!"

Andy watched from the shadows. “What’s that dang Dougy doing anyway? Kill it already, brother! Kill It!”

"RAWR!!!!"

“RAWR!!!!”

Then Andy went back to important Caturday business of his own.

His brotherly advice taken, Andy went back to important Caturday business of his own.

Post 722: a black cat in a dark room…

Nothing like having a black cat in a dark room and no functioning flash! Here’s a photo of Andy illustrating the outcome of that situation:
andy in dark

In its own way, though, it has some charm, so I decided to post it today anyway.

Post 721: Andy and Dougy aren’t doing much today…

I got Andy’s daily dose of medicine out of the way early today when he forgot to watch his tail. Aha! Gotcha!

I was nearly as surprised as he was, the capture happened so fast and easily.

Andy was a good kitty today when I gave him his medicine. "Where's my kitty treats!?"  Yes, here he waits to get the treats for being a good boy, which he is!

Andy was a good kitty today when I gave him his medicine.
“Where’s my kitty treats!?”
Yes, here he waits to get the treats for being a good boy!

Earlier, Andy was excited about the birds across the lane at the feeder. He paced the window sill and acted like he was about to make a screen climb, one of his bad habits. Now, he’s asleep on top of the blue carrier on the settee, his favorite perch.

Lately, Dougy's  been sleeping in the cat tree, but that isn't where he is now.

Lately, Dougy’s been sleeping in the cat tree, but that isn’t where he is now.

Dougy insisted on a little Neko toy time, and I wore him out early. He is dozing someplace, living up to his kind’s crepuscular nature.  

Yes, Andy and Dougy aren’t doing much because it’s a cool, lazy sort of day.

Post 720: going native…

My Grandmother McKenzie came from East Kilbride, Scotland. Though it is difficult thinking of her as young, these two post cards, sent to her by a sister, are from that time Gram was a woman of 21 and 22. The scenes would have been typical and familiar to her in early 20th Century Scotland, and their messages are the day-to-day things a couple of sisters might write each other to keep in touch.

old postcards

Gram came from a large family of mostly girls. Eleven kids, I think it was, and only one was a boy. I’m sure he wasn’t spoiled rotten! 

Her entire family first came to America in the early 1890s but returned after a short stay when the economy tanked. They’d sail back to America again shortly after these postcards were written. Unfortunately, anyone who can verify specific details is dead, so keep that in mind when you try to compile your own family histories.

The family landed in Nova Scotia. My Gram and her parents moved to Denver, Colorado on the urging of Margaret, her sister, who’d already moved there. Most of the rest of the family moved to Colorado as well, and my mother was born in Denver.

Oh, yeah, “in the meantime, prior to that”: I should mention that my Grandfather  McKenzie and my Grandmother McKenzie met at a Scottish picnic in Denver by some accounts or Nova Scotia by others. Importantly, though, they did meet, then they married after Grampa secured employment with the railroad in Western Nebraska-Wyoming-South Dakota. 

Before that, however, two of the sisters went out of their way to reassure relatives back in Scotland that they hadn’t been affected by the move to the New World, that they were still the same lovely girls the family remembered. They had this photo taken and made into a post card:

cowgirl

 Remembering Gram and her family members I did meet, though, they had wonderful senses of humor so I’m sure the family in Scotland thought it was a hoot! (Or, at least, they hoped it was a joke! 🙂 ) 

Post 719: many moons ago…

I’m the little guy holding the pug. Her name was Ladybelle, and she was very spoiled! The other dogs are Laddie (black and white dog) and Queenie. None of these dogs was ours, though Laddie, my grandmother’s dog, claimed us.
ladybelle

The rest of the people are my two sisters and my brother.

The maple tree still grows in the front yard, though it was struck by lightning one year and looks pretty rough.

The house is the one my mother and father built from lumber they salvaged from an old US Army Air Corps base warehouse. Another couple helped them tear it down, and both built homes with the salvaged lumber.

The family lived there for 51 years, then sold the house when all of us were too beat up to handle the responsibilities of a home and yard. I miss the garden, but that’s all!

Post 718: Dougy relaxes on the settee…

Things are slow around here today. Doug (the human one) vacuumed half the carpeted part of the place, but thinks he’ll wait till tomorrow to finish the part of the front room left. Yeah, he could do it now and be done with it. Yeah. 

On the other hand, Dougy has a better idea. He’s relaxing on the settee, doing his cat thing.

Yes, Andy won't use the tub, but Dougy will...and does!

Yes, Andy won’t use the tub, but Dougy will…and does!

Dougy basks in the  ambiance of the tub...

Dougy basks in the ambiance of the tub…

[Lick-lick-lick!]

[Lick-lick-lick!]

A refreshing pause before resuming his bath!

A refreshing pause before resuming his bath!

[Lick-lick-lick!]

[Lick-lick-lick!]

Another "paws". (Hee! Hee! Pun time!)

Another “paws”. (Hee! Hee! Pun time!)

[Lick-lick-lick!]

[Lick-lick-lick!]

Now, for a lovely snooze!  "Dougy time went well today," thinks Dougy. 

Now, for a lovely snooze!
“Dougy time went well today,” thinks Dougy.

 

 

Post 717: new toy…

Cat toys don’t have a chance! I try to have replacements for favorite toys on hand for that inevitable moment the old toy reaches its end.

This toy is dead...!

This toy is dead…!

Long live the exciting new toy!

Long live the exciting new toy!

Excitement builds in anticipation of play with the new toy! (The boys are creawling all over the desk trying to get to the toy, which I try to photograph, then hide from them...!)

Excitement builds in anticipation of play with the new toy!
(The boys are crawling all over the desk trying to get to the toy, which I try to photograph, then hide from them…!)

Both boys converge on the mother lode: the old toy and the new toy, just there, waiting to be taken!

Both boys converge on the mother lode: the old toy and the new toy, just there, waiting to be taken!

Dougy makes a move, but Doug (the human one pulls the toys away at the last second...!

Dougy makes a move, but Doug (the human one) pulls the toys away at the last second…!

"#*&@^#*!" Wow! I didn't know Dougy knew that word!

“#*&@^#*!”
Wow! I didn’t know Dougy knew that word! We are not happy!

Post 716: Dougy remembers something…

I thought I had a Dougy story developing today when Dougy came striding into view.

"...hmmm...!"

“…hmmm…!”

He stopped for a moment, thought about things — cat things! — then…

"The front d\oor is open! I think I'll go watch birds!"

“The front door is open! I think I’ll go watch birds!”

Anything to avoid being photographed. That’s my kitty!