Hello, Andy!
What?! What?!
Ow! What’s with the claws, Andrew?
No kitty treats for you kitty boy! Biting is naughty!
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Andy can be a little poop! Later, not even five minutes, he was really happy to have his head and ears rubbed.
Hello, Andy!
What?! What?!
Ow! What’s with the claws, Andrew?
No kitty treats for you kitty boy! Biting is naughty!
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Andy can be a little poop! Later, not even five minutes, he was really happy to have his head and ears rubbed.
“It’s getting close to the start of this week’s film noir, ‘Hangover Square’, Doug.”
“There’s a kitty in it for me and classical-style music and pretty girls for you!”
“Geez! I get it. He’s about to smoosh lips with her.”
“Where’s the kitty? All I’ve seen so far is lip smooshing and a couple murders.”
“I thought you said this featured a kitty, Doug.”
“Oh no! When he does this another girl gets killed. I didn’t like how he scared the kitty under the piano. I’d run out into the street, too!”
“Well, it turned out bad for the kitty, didn’t it? Run over by a carriage. I’ve seen enough.”
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I knew the kitty was doomed as soon as the composer (Laird Cregar) said he’d “take care of it”. The movie was a bit prescient. Linda Darnell’s character is murdered and her corpse gets placed on the top of a Guy Fawkes Day bonfire – the film takes place in London at the start of the 20th Century. Ick! Sadly, she actually would die several years later in a fire. George Sanders, a forensic psychiatrist in the film, would commit suicide years later, tired of life. Laird Cregar took off weight to break out of the bad guy stereotype roles he had till then. He established himself in “Hangover Square” as capable of handling a romantic lead. After the film, he had bariatric surgery to continue the weight loss and died four days later.
See, the kitty just died in the movie, Andy. Real life is more than noir enough.
The movie was really bizarre in an entertaining way. The composer, Cregar, is set off on mayhem when he hears a dissonant noise. He murders three in the course of the movie, attempts a fourth.
The music played throughout is supposedly the composer’s and is part of a concerto he’s composing. From the standpoint of film making, I felt the man behind the music, real composer Bernard Herrmann, matched the mood and scenes of the movie brilliantly, especially the dramatic final scenes.
In those final scenes, George Sanders’ character, a forensic psychiatric-like fellow working for Scotland Yard, has finally figured out Cregar’s character is behind the several murders but assures the composer while the composer is dressing to play his concerto that he won’t hang, just be held for his own good in one of those hellhole 19th Century asylums, I guess. That isn’t agreeable to Cregar because Sanders wants to take him away before he can play his concerto.
Cregar escapes to the concert hall, having locked the door on Sanders.
Cregar manages to get away from Sanders long enough to play all but the conclusion of his concerto when Sanders, who’s been aided to gain freedom by bobbies hearing him pounding on the locked door Cregar’s imprisoned him behind, arrives at the concert hall.
A bunch of stuff happens, then Cregar goes with the Scotland Yard inspectors and Sanders to a separate room, while his girlfriend finishes playing the concerto, expertly, not missing a single note of a concerto she’s sight reading through tears….till – hold your hat on! – Cregar, held now in another room by Sanders and the Scotland Yard inspectors, picks up a lighted oil lamp and tosses it, starting a fire that quickly fills the concert hall in flames.
While everyone tries to get out to safety, Cregar returns to the piano and continues playing the concerto till his and its end. Outside the enflamed concert hall, Sanders, helpfully, concludes there is no point trying to save him when another person poses the question. “It’s better this way.”
Whew ! Cold!
Andy fights it.
You’d think I was pulling his tail off!
He squirms a bit, especially…
…when he sees the bottle…
…but afterwards he leans against my chest for comfort. Yep! Giving Andy glaucoma eyedrops is a process. The hyperthyroidism goop in the ear is much easier.
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Rats! It was trash day – Friday – when I took the photos and put this post together, I heard the trash truck compressing the trash from the dumpster I use. I guess this week’s trash going to the landfill next week will work out, but it would have been better if I’d been on the ball and got it out to the dumpster when I woke up. I did take a couple bags full of trash out yesterday, but it seems there’s always more to go.
It was just a movie, Doug.
Here it is almost 3 o’clock on the 3rd and…
…you just realized you haven’t made a post yet because you bought into the “always the 2nd” joke of “Caddyshack”. It’s just a movie!
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I’m moving slowly this week for some reason. Yesterday turned out to be a week after I planned to have data posted and printed out for my nurse practitioner. One problem, well two: I didn’t have the data posted on Excel and the new printer isn’t set up yet!
You know the Groundhog Day joke. The same events repeat themselves endlessly. Well, here’s Andy doing what Andy does. This seems to be his favorite place to clean up these days.
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Yippee! The coming week is going to be sunny and almost Spring-like weather!
Andy started his new year with a new newspaper to lounge on. He is mighty pleased with it!
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I went out to my car the other day and punched the remote to unlock the doors. To my distress, the driver’s door wouldn’t open! I tried the other doors. They all opened, but the two on the south side, the passenger side doors, only opened a little bit because of that mountain of snow that drifted on that side. I was foolish to even go there because it meant climbing onto the drift. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
It looked bleak, then I decided I’d try climbing between the front seats to get to the driver’s seat.
My first try was feet first. Keep in mind I’m a big guy weighing a huge amount/ over 100 kilos and I am disabled. This failed! I said a few words out loud, then decided to try to go head first. To my amazement, I actually managed to get into the front of my car, though the steering wheel forced my right leg into a very unnatural and painful position. The steering wheel can be positioned up or down if you can reach the locking lever to unlock it, something I couldn’t do in that weird position.
I’ve no idea how I did manage to get my legs into the space with the gas and brake pedals but I did. Seated in the driver’s seat, I tried to start the car. The key wouldn’t turn! After more loud words, it occurred to me that I should turn the steering wheel back and forth, a maneuver that freed up the mechanism that locked it. The key turned! The car started!
Most of the snow’s melted since this photo was taken, but the drift is still about three feet/ a bit less than a meter tall.
I put the defroster on since all windows were iced over and those that open were frozen shut. Out of curiosity, I tried opening the driver’s door from the inside. The door opened. After a few more loud words, I closed the door to keep the warming air of the defroster in.
A few minutes into the defrost, I took off because the windows were mostly clear and I know from experience that the frozen windows will open by the time I drive about a mile/ 1,2 kilometers away from home, which they did.
I came to the stop sign at 10th and Emerson. Out of curiosity, I opened the driver’s window. “Can I open the door from the outside now?” I asked myself. I reached out the open window and tried opening the door. The door opened without any effort. I said some more loud words! On the other hand, the door opened now.
When I got to the grocery store, I pondered locking the car knowing I might have to reprise the acrobatics to get in the car again if there was an issue with the door not unlocking. “What the hell!” I decided. I locked the doors. Fortunately, when I came back, the doors all unlocked.
I hate winter some days!
Andy’s resting up for the holiday.
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Not much happening here today. I probably should get a few groceries before the locust-like shoppers buy out everything in the store on the chance they’ll use 20 rolls of toilet paper by the second of January, etc.
Some things seem eternal.
Andy’s fascination with this piece of peacock feather, for example.
He licks it, sniffs it, RAWR’s it!
Andy is staying out of reach just now because I tried to comb him.
Of course, he still takes care of kitty business since I can’t get to him fast enough to comb him over there….
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One day to go before the predicted winter storm. A lot of times, these storms strike north or south of here and we get a small taste of the bigger storm. Stay tuned!
Andy stopped by.
I guess he plans on staying awhile.
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We’re getting closer to Andy’s 19th of December grooming appointment. He really needs it this time since the last appointment had to be cancelled by his groomer because of an equipment issue in her mobile business van. I set up the appointments for once every three months because that’s about how long he can go before his hair starts matting.
A major snowstorm is predicted for here next Tuesday. Ugh!