20Apr26: a day to perch…

It has been a slow morning.
Andy woke up from a wheelchair nap and hopped onto the recliner back.
It gives him a clear view of the front room and some of others…
…or of me!
What’s happening in the guest bedroom?
Nothing!

Andy is busy being a perching kitty.

So it’s back to the wheelchair…
… for…
… a snooze.

19Apr26: Andy love, love, loves the wheelchair!

…and why not?

It’s handy.

It’s there.

He took right to it.
It fits him just so!
Great for grooming, too.
Just resting?
Yes!
At least it is if I leave him alone.

18Apr26: another exciting “Andy morning!”

A bit of front door birding gets my kitty boy going! Starlings, American Robins, and house sparrows so far.
Off on important kitty business.

Heads on…
…tails away!
Hey! He watches me, but I have a camera!!
Now, the back door bird watch. I hear Americam robins.
So does Andy! Sorry, Andy. It’s illegal to catch some for your breakfast.
Speaking of which, it’s a bit past seven and mine is ready to eat!
Aw, to dream….
…then have breakfast.
Speaking of which, I started to have mine a bit past seven.
Cold. What to expect an hour 20 after I sat down to eat, I then got diverted.
Time for Andy’s
…kitty nap.

A busy morning, eh!, Andrew!

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“If it moves….”

 

Fortunately, when it did move, it turned out to be shedded kitty hair some ants thought they might have a use for.

17Apr26: we just woke up.

Zzzz…hi, Andy!
I spotted him first thing tonight/ this morning…
..what’s the time anyway? Oh! One-forty-seven AM! I slept, then, almost five hours. Of course, I dozed in my chair a lot before I went to bed.
Wait! The wee rascal is up.on the table snooping!
So this us what he does at night.
That’s better, Andrew!

14Apr26: a fresh start…

New Greenies arrived. The last batch was getting stale, per Andy, and even he wouldn’t touch b them.
I was curious about Reese’s mini peanut butter cupwould they be bakrdcinto banana nut muffins?
Different, but more crunchy than regular baking chocolate chips. Also, these are very sweet. I had a strong couple of tea to try to tame that sweetness.
Taking a television break.
Pouty time.
This, Greenies,  took care of the pouty mood!
Andy took off on important kitty business.

13Apr26: this is “nothing doing day….”

This is “nothing doing day.” Andy will enjoy being home alone, and Doug will lie back on a recliner to have his blood cleaned of impurities and excess water. 

I suspect long naps might happen later. Guaranteed.

12Apr26; a very Baroque late evening…

Andy rested comfortably…
..as did I.⁸
A Baroque master, an Italian composing for the manic depressed Spanish king. He was there to cheer a king if he could.
Or a cat, which is fair enough all these years later.
Spynky the soon to be dead fly stopped by to dance a fly dance.
Time to lie back and listen to the largo movemen. This Boccherini is one I forgot amuses, delights, turns into something a lot more than you remember or expect. I’d eat to this, though it isn’t “Tafelmusik” as far as I know.
With 5000-6000 music CDs and no way to play them for years, I put off spending $$$$ for a really fancy player. “You’ll be dead before you get the use if it….” Then, for a fifth the cost and more, this Phillips “boombox” appeared on Amazon Prime. At that price, manufactured by the company that made my catscan machine and the portable digital X-ray at my hospital and everywhere, plus developed the CD technology in the beginning, I felt it, this playerr was worth a chance. It turns out to reproduce sound beautifully!

“Whoeeyeehahaaa!” Hey, my musical tastes are, if anything, eclectic! Love mariachi. Love Gamelan orchestra, love African pop, love jazz, love music, no matter where it come from…the depths of the Roman Catholic Church archives, Hildegard von Bingen, Beethovan, Miles Davis and J.S. Bach, Hayden, Delibes, Rossini… all of it! Klezmar, Ottoman Empire and classical Egyptian stars, and Germanic drinking songs!! “Ein prosit, ein prosit, der Gemuetlichkeit!” I got enough Bier in my a time or two to join in on THAT one!

11Apr26: P- Doughboy’s less successful brother…

On the kitty prowl.
Here he is: Dough Pillsbury and his pet Gloopy-poo, his one-eyed pet (species unknown).

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I will do a proper blog next time!

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What?
The fan is knocked over.
Watch out! The safety cover fell off, too!

I fixed that one as soon as I saw it. Don’t want a kitty tail trapped in that!

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I think this is lavalier to  attach your house key to. Andy thinks it’s a kitty toy. Yes, it’s a kitty toy now!

10Apr26: Andy’s ready for an afternoon snack…

My poor VW! Gasoline skyrocketing and it’s been on the road just once. (Lucky me!)
So, I arrive home. Andy’s ready for a meal.
Me, too, but kitties are first.
First, though, is this letter the ca⁰rrier either didn’t pick up or they don’t do that now. At 78 cents an ounce, I expect much better service.
Speaking of which…
…Andy…

…does, too. OK, my kitty, I take care of you now.

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Once a quality analyst, always one, I guess.

This is a grocery list. I tried to place items in the order of where they are in the aisles. It was a big one, so it did help!

I went over the aisles with the person taking my order to get a better list of kinds of things to find, where. I’ll fine tune this “form” and determine if separation lines are necessary,  for example, or I can use wider vertical lines, with horizontal ones breaking a column into more than one aisle when an aisle has a short list. That sounds workable!

It seems the same anal-compulsive nature of quality guys is identical to that of English majors. I’m doomed!

09Apr26: What’s up, Andy?

I put it out, reminded Andy that he’s the kitty, the sole one here, so it had to be for him.

I guess 4;01 AM is too early for kitty food.

If I were a kitty, I know that would be too early for kitty food. Good thing I’m having pecan-blueberry muffins around 6:50 AM. it’s Wednesday when I written and this is our usual day for coffee and baked goods.
Ready to take over my table doings!
On television food shows, messes like these are called “rustic!” Ha! They’ll taste fine, however. The pecans I made into a sore of loose praline, combining water, cooking sherry, white sugar, anf and chopped pecans. I hated that till it lightly coated my spoon. Then, I dropped spoonfuls on the raw blueberry batter, baked the muffins, per package instructions, pulled them out of the oven, didn’t let them cool down long g enough, tipped the pan, and, eh voila! Rustic! I used fresh blueberries instead of those in the can that come with the package.

…waiting for me to get out of “his” wheelchair.

Slurp!

Slurp! Slurp!

Andy cleans up after his snack.

Bret will be over soon. Andy won’t like being booted off
the wheelchair, but I need it now!