Living with cats is to never be alone.
I’ve noted before the difficulty I have taking photos of Dougy with his eyes open. Here’s today’s effort:
If you are American and support Trump, you will want to skip this. Or maybe not. While I am not impressed with either major party candidate for specific reasons, watching the hatefest put on by the Republican National Convention hasn’t endeared Trump to me. I haven’t heard one compelling reason why I should vote for him or how he proposes to do a thing, but I’ve heard lots of slanders of the other party’s candidate.
Next week, I’ll endure the Democratic National Convention and hope it has a higher tone than this Republican event. Of course, that is wishful thinking. This campaign advertisement put out by the Democrats, on the other hand, pretty much covers where I stand as an American charged with the responsibility to vote for a candidate who’ll best serve as President. Unfortunately, their candidate brings lots of baggage with her.
Sorry, world! There are approximately 320,000,000 Americans, and these two are the best we can come up with to be the most powerful person in the world. I won’t respond to any comments regarding American politics, though I may post them if they are civil.
The power went out last night. I missed some of the Republican convention. Well, most of it! Perhaps it is for the best. They lost me at “Benghazi”. My earlier resolve to avoid involvement with the political news was the right one for me. So, here’s a kitty cat photo. Andy.
In the last Nebraska landscape post, I suggested that Nebraska isn’t “flat as Kansas”, then posted only one photo that barely established the truth of that statement! Here’s a scene south of Alliance 17 miles, “Rattlesnake Park” as the BNSF track crews call it, but just a rest stop provided for the road weary travelers by the Nebraska Department of Roads:
That was on the north side of the access road, going in. Walking through that tall grass, which I don’t advise, you can encounter the prairie rattlesnake. I had that happen once on the south end of the rest stop on a little road passing through a grove of Russian olive trees. The rattlesnake struck the heel of the cowboy boots I was wearing at the time. I surprised it and it surprised me! The fang marks in the boot suggested a rattlesnake 28 feet (8,5m) long! (See link for actual potential length. I exaggerate by slightly more than a factor of 5! It scared the bejeebers out of me, I guarantee!)
A short time later, driving out of the rest stop, this is what I saw headed south:
The sun had come out from behind the clouds, showing how dramatically the landscape takes on the light – or lack of light – in this setting. You can see some of the Russian olive trees on the left (light greenish-grey leaves). This is in a tongue of the Nebraska Sandhills in Morrill County, the county south of Box Butte County, of which Alliance is the county seat.
Across the road, you barely can see a blowout that’s been stabilized using discarded tires. The Sandhills are held in place by grasses, but damaged areas quickly become blowouts. Without efforts to stabilize the blowout, they get huge. I remember playing in them as a child. Sliding down the steep side of a big blowout, one got covered in delicious damp, cool sand, a perfect way to spend a hot summer day!
The Sandhills historically were range for the northern bison herd, and paleontologists actually have found preserved bison hoof prints buried in the sand! Stepping in the sand, a bison left a depression, wind filled the depression with material of slightly different composition, and the paleontologists – clever fellows! – made the discovery of the hoof prints and….! My mind reels thinking about it!
Now, for the cat, specifically Dougy today, starting with this GIF of him grooming. It’s my first ever, so be kind….!
You’ve read my petulant account of how I tried to figure out my new smart phone and ran into stupid issues easily solved by the average five year old…but not me! Well, after two days of not figuring out how to turn the dang thing on, I had a breakthrough moment where I not only turned it on, I took the attached photo of Andy, figured out how to gmail it to myself, then downloaded it into a file on my computer.
I’m impressed with the image quality, considering the teeny-tiny lens and that the phone actually reproduces Andy’s color nicely, showing his subtle shading. I’m starting to like this phone, even if it is a mystery how one can ever figure out all it can do. I look forward to making videos with it since I found out how to do that, too.
Of course, as soon as I say “I can”, something happens (or doesn’t happen) so “I can’t”! I have some photos of Dougy on my phone that I followed the exact same process of sending to my computer as the photo above, and they didn’t show up. Sooooo….! I took a photo of a photo because Dougy fans deserve their kitty dose, too!
I am pleased to note, since the photo above, I did figure it out, and the results follow. I aim to please the Dougy fans! Best, you get to see the actual photo instead of a lame photo of a photo. (Second photo that follows…) Seems I misspelled “weggyboy” in my gmail address, and that was the reason my attempt to send the Dougy photos from my phone to my PC failed. It’s always something simple and stupid, eh?!
I woke up kind of early today – 11:40 pm – but that didn’t matter to the kitty boys. They quickly let me know they want kitty food!
The news is tragic and makes us sad once again. It was to be a day of celebration, of holding one’s head high. A silent moment to grasp what others must deal with, what we all must feel.
Bastard! But he is shot dead. Vive la France!
The kitties must be fed now, then it’s time for our little “slow down” rituals.
Life goes on. We must prevail.
There seems not to be an appropriate greeting for July 14th, but may my French friends celebrate this day with the Tricolor flying boldly and proudly above one of my favorite countries!
Andy’s big day yesterday at the veterinarian’s left him pooped. Dougy, on the other hand, got to stay home and sleep. He was “ready for Freddy” – whatever that family expression means… – when Andy and I got back home. It was bound to bring the kitty boys into conflict.
Both kitty boys slept and slept and slept. It was a lazy afternoon at last!
Andy had a visit to the veterinarian today. He growled a bit when the technician shaved his foot to take his blood pressure, but I wrapped myself around him to help him feel safer. He was, of course, basically a very good kitty!
Yes, his blood pressure still is a bit elevated, so we put him back on his medication. It’s best for his kidneys, and, as we all know now, he has hit the big 5.0!
When we got home, he ran to greet his brother. They sniffed each other, then me. “That you!? That you, brother!? You smell different.” Slowly, they agreed they were each other and I was the other one, for sure! They ran off to the guest bedroom.