Post 1248: Dougy tells me…!

When Dougy wants to play, you better be ready! If I’m updating this blog or eating breakfast or headed downtown, it makes no difference to Dougy: “I WANT TO PLAY!!!”

Mostly, I cave in. That’s why he’s such a spoiled brat!

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Dougy pestered me to play wand toy with him.

Oh oh! Dougy gives me the “Stink Eye Of I Am Mad Because You Didn’t Stop Everything And Play With Me When I Was In The Mood” look.

“Aw! Come on, Dougy! I’m sorry!” Dougy continues to pout.

Hmmm. I think I got through to Dougy! He’s looking the wand toy over!

Maybe not.

Oh dear! I guess he told me!

Not to worry. As soon as I finished photographing this, Dougy and I had a fun play session! He doesn’t hold grudges!

Post 1247: life must go on….

As sad as yesterday’s news was, life must go on. Life with kitties reminds you of that because they still need to be fed, loved, brushed, cleaned up after, played with so they can ignore you. And there can be surprises that brighten the day.

My surprise was a visit by a church friend bearing gifts of raspberry jam (delicious!) and zucchini bread (¡muy deliciosa!) that he brought in a basket Dougy instantly claimed.

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“Mine!” And Dougy is unanimous about that!

“What!? What!? What!?” There’s Andy, minding his own business.

“Hmmm!” Dougy has his druthers. “ANDY!”

Still there. It must be a plot to take the basket. Doubtlessly!

Dougys not enjoying thios situation. Not at all.

Dougy’s not enjoying this situation. Not at all.

"Grrr!" Dad that Andy is a pain! Dougy canyt believe his brother.

“Grrr!” Dang that Andy is a pain! Dougy can’t believe his brother.

“What’s that, Dougy?” I ask. Yep, he complains because Andy’s looking at him!

We all know that is the most egregious sin one sibling can commit against another! Yep! Cain and Abel stuff for sure. (Never mind Andy really isn’t interested in the basket or that the basket will leave with my friend!)

OK, Dougy. I’ll see what I can do.

Post 1246: transition…

Born 23 March 1941 Died 20 December 2016

Born 23 March 1941
Died 19 December 2016

I learned just before I went to dialysis yesterday that my brother, Richard M. Thomas, died.

Dick was my buddy. I loved having him come visit each year. He’d stay for five weeks, during which time we just enjoyed being together. Nothing special done, just talk, and playing with my kitties, who loved, loved, loved Dick! Dick was wonderful with animals, and they attached themselves to him.

Once, when we were getting out of the car at one of my friend’s house, a little boy next door on the porch with his mother got really excited: “SANTA!!!” His mother was embarrassed, but Dick noted this happened to him before. You can see why in his photo, above. He was great with children.

In a sense, Dick was a Santa. He gave of himself, he was everyone’s friend, and, as soon as I can get past denial, I’m going to have a big cry.

In this one last video, you don’t see my brother, but he’s the one with the wand toy. I told you the kitty boys loved, loved, loved my brother, and this video shows you why.

Love you, Dick.

Post 1245: must be a video day…

I managed to lose some photos I’d planned for today’s blog. The best way to recover them is to execute Plan B (videos from the past). The missing photos will show up as soon as I post this!

Anyway, the old videos of Andy and Dougy are a popular occasional feature here, so I don’t feel guilty when I recycle them for the majority of people who’ve never seen the kitty boys in motion.

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Hope you enjoy these videos of the kitty boys!

Post 1244: “Snoopy is a dog…”

Dougy is perpetually curious about everything. The in joke is that he’s an inside kitty because if he were let out, he’d follow his nose to Fargo before he looked up.

Or:

Snoopy is a dog. Dougy is snoopy. Therefore, Dougy is a dog!

LOL! (That’s what I say to him when he’s snooping around. He hates it!)

Well, today, Dougy was true to form. What had his curiosity…?

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“What?! What!? What!?”

Goodness! Such an intense curiosity about something on the light stand…!

Yes, it was my cup of coffee. “Kitties don’t like coffee, Dougy, no matter what you see in ‘Garfield’.”

Never mind. Dougy didn’t want to drink the coffee, he just wanted to know what was in the cup in case it was for kitties.

You never know, eh? It could have been for kitties! Dougy must know.

Post 1243: mini videos I took of Dougy…by accident

I use my smart phone exclusively to take photos these days because it is easier to download photos off it and because it does a better job taking photos in poor light than my little Nikon point-and-shoot.

Sometimes, however, I get videos by accident. Here are two. One is Dougy in his hidey hole. The second is Dougy coming out of his hidey hole. Better sit down if you can’t handle being underwhelmed! LOL!

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Dougy thought he was about to be photographed because I turned on the camera’s light. He expected a bright flash, which he hates!

Post 1242: Andy in repose…

I caught Andy early on today and gave him his medicine. Later, after the sun came up, Dougy and I played wand toy games, but Andy wandered off somewhere. My curiosity got the better of me. Where is that little guy now?

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Dougy wanted to know where Andy was, too, and he followed me in my search.

Dougy wants to know where Andy is, too, and he follows me in my search.

There he is! Andy! Ain’t he “purrty”?

Yeah, looks like a boy cat with all that lint and dirt on his mug! That’s one of the hassles about being a Persian kitty, though: lots of static electricity in your fur this time of year! (Looks like I need to do some vacuuming in the guest bedroom….)

I woke him up in his sink nest, so I "scritched" his ears and rubbed that yummy spot in between his eyes!

I wake him up in his sink nest, so I “scritch” his ears and rub that yummy spot in between his eyes!

That was fun! I get to wake up a kitty! Andy is confused. Was he happy to get “scritched” and rubbed or not? I think so!

Post 1241: Dougy makes up his mind…

I wondered where Dougy was since I couldn’t find him in his favorite hidey hole. Then, he appeared out of somewhere, and I followed him while he made up his mind.

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There it is! Dougy’s favorite hidey hole. (It’s the bottom hole in the two-hole kitty tower.)

Dougy’s climbing onto Andy’s second most favorite place to sleep, the nightstand by the guest bed.

I think he’s feeling smug to be on Andy’s second most favorite spot!

Decision time: window or bed???

The gears turn hard in Dougy’s kitty brain!

Looks like it’s the bed! (Don’t worry….I always wash and clean the guest bedroom before guests come because I know where the kitties play!)

Dougy finds his spot. Or maybe it’s ANDY’S! Hee! Hee!

“Well, yeah! Now go away so I can cat nap!”

Post 1240: Ho! Ho! Ho!

Though I’m falling short on Christmas spirit this year, I can get just enough stirred up to share my Christmas greeting for the year. (For those of you have other faiths and holidays to celebrate, I want you to know I send you greetings as well!)

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Post 1239: We gotta do it, Andy…

Nothing is more pathetic than the looks Andy gives me when he realizes it’s time for his medicine. Regardless, it’s for his best, so I rub his ears and whiskers, talk softly to him, rock him like a baby, then say the five (six?) words he doesn’t want to hear: “We gotta do it, Andy….”

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Poor kitty! (That’s Dougy coming in to the room because he knows Andy gets kitty treats after his medicine. Dougy sneaks a few for himself!

Oh dear! Andy’s laying the “poor kitty” guilt trip on me, and how!

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop staring at me, kitty!”

“We gotta do it, Andy!”

After a bit of a struggle, Andy is a good boy, takes his medicine, then hops down to the floor to wait for his kitty treats. Whew! We got through that hassle for one more day!