Category Archives: cats

21Apr26: the window..

The front dining room window is Andy’s favorite for birding.
Early mornings, they congregate on the power lines.
Then then flock down to the l a bne and grass where Andy gets a better view.
Up again to the power lines!
Down again closer in on the grass.Andy is most entertained!

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!

15Apr26: another shorty…

Andy ran off before I could get more shots.

That leaves boring me.

Wanna see my boob job scar. It it’s still healing.

I told you this would be boring!

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!