
“Don’t catch it, Andy!”

He spotted the wasp and nearly caught it on the end table.

He thought it flew over to the recliner side of the room.

He was wrong but kept looking…!





(It ‘s on the ceiling, Andy.)



“Don’t catch it, Andy!”

He spotted the wasp and nearly caught it on the end table.

He thought it flew over to the recliner side of the room.

He was wrong but kept looking…!





(It ‘s on the ceiling, Andy.)



Friday, Andy was a bit concerned about me cleaning up because that usually means he’s an orphan for a few hours.



Of course, had he known I was getting together with friends for our monthly luncheon, he would have guessed I’d come home with lots of pictures…many of which would be of Tootsie!

Yeah, Andy! Tootsie greeted me at the door, too, and we played tug-a-war!

We had lots of fun, then Tootsie did something you approve of, Andy. She took a long nap.



Just cruisin’…on his stomach.

LA, la, la!


Back to cruisin’.

That’s exhausting work!

Off to Sleeplandia.

Snoozin’, not cruisin’.

=(^+^)=
Neighbor Bret came over for rolls and coffee. There was lots of talk, a “gemuetlich” time, and coffee the way we like it.
Just when Bret was leaving, Andy hopped up on the cat tree by my bedroom door. That’s his way of “asking” you to run your fingers up and down his spine and to rub his head and ears.
I let Bret know he had a new job and what Andy was “asking”of him.
He gave Andy the full treatment! Bret is officially “OK,” per Andy!

Andy’s taken to roosting on the blue carrier lately.

Check the left ear. Andy’s a little annoyed I’m bothering him on his new favorite roost.

= BOOP! =
That lightened the mood!

Andy hinted that it was time to feed the kitty.

As grim as it looks, it smells pretty good.

Well, maybe he wanted something else

My car’s message center indicated there was tire leakage. My air compressor works when I turn the car on.

Turned out the tires all were a little low. I took care of it. Apparently I have no puncture to take care of. That’s good news!

My car was filthy so I headed out to the car wash to run it through the wash.

That little VW Golf SportWagen icon on my message center “drives” from left to right as the gasoline level in the tank drops. I had this car seven-ish years before I noticed that! I think the VW programmers had too much spare time on their hands.

I took a little road trip to help dry my car off. Going north out of Alliance on US 385, it is very flat farmland…

…so this time of year – harvest time – one is bound to get behind sugar beet trucks and machinery like this corn harvester. Thanks to lots of traffic coming toward me, I got to drive 21 mph/ 34 kph till the traffic thinned out enough for me to pass this thing.

Up by the 16 mile corner, there’s this long row of rural mail boxes…

…and, on the opposite side of the road, this Historical Marker.
I live in Box Butte County, named after about the only sort of prominent topographical feature, Box Butte. The main street in town is Box Butte Avenue.

South of Alliance, on the intersection of Potash Avenue and Kansas Street, there are these two bits of landowner steel whimsy.


I returned home to enjoy my meal and to end my very busy morning.

Andy finally showed up for a last kitty photo.

He’s barely awake now, but not too tired to pose while taking a moment to straighten out his “floof.”
Oh! And I took out a dolly full of trash to the dumpster before I aired my tires up. How could I leave that out? Such a busy day!







What Andy decided would be the cat’s meow today would be to take a break. Tomorrow will be a good time to get busy again.

Even now, he’s conking out! Looks like a nap coming on.

As many of you know, Andy hate, hate, hates being held, let alone being hugged.

He struggles to get away.

He is obsessed about escape.

He forms plans, some involving teeth and claws….

He pretends he “likes” it, but that is just a prelude to…

…ESCAPE!!!
Silly Andy!

Andy waited for me to add more treats to the pile.


After finishing his night time snack…


…Andy hopped onto the end table…


…before conking out.

It was a long day in Kitty City!

There the little darling is! Whining and trying to get me to follow him somewhere….

The table.



[Barf!]









…Andy wanted me to hand feed him that, too. He is sooooo spoiled!