I sensed a presence. A chill descended on the room and I felt a compulsion to flee…or scream…or, well, to skritch someone’s chin…!
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Post 884: dark kitties of the corn…
Category Archives: vague threats
Post 882: welcome mail…!
I’m no different from you: Most of my mail is junk mailers and magazines.
Today was different, though, and my mail contained a couple of items I was really pleased to get, neither expected.
Clutter in one place is art in another.
Awhile back, Jim M., one of the people I follow of Facebook, offered this drawing to the person who wrote he or she wanted it. I said I’d like to be considered from those who wrote they were interested.
I was the vice president of Nebraska Ornithologists’ Union back in the late 1980s and the symbol of that organization is a burrowing owl. I mentioned this connection to Jim, then Jim selected me to get the drawing. I was and am delighted! So are Jim and Sandy, his wife and artist, because they are trying to relieve some of the clutter in their small Manhattan apartment by sharing it with others! Brilliant!
Jim and Sandy? Probably not, but I like to think it is!
The thumbnail ink sketch with watercolor is a bonus I think. I don’t recall this drawing in the offer. I love the whimsy of it so I’m delighted Jim sent it, too!
The other thing that came in the mail was a $50 check to relieve part of a large debt someone has with me for a telephone bill. She left town, leaving me with a $449.39 telephone bill since I’d co-signed for her so she could have telephone service. I wrote about it in the post I headed “a hard lesson”.
To her credit, she finally started paying me $50 a month in July, and now is $100 closer to having me off her back. Others predicted I’d never see a cent toward the bill so anything she pays me is well appreciated.
Post 879: cleaning up…
Both Andy and Dougy were cleaning up. Andy was on my pc and Dougy was on…Andy’s favorite blue carrier!
Andy (front) and Dougy cleaning up.
“Hunh???”
Andy becomes aware of something.
“Why, that @*$&$%# is on my favorite carrier!”
Andy can’t believe his brother’s nerve!
You bet Andy hopped off the pc and chased Dougy off the carrier!
Poor Dougy, tail between his legs (so to speak), came over and cowered at my feet, hoping for sympathy and a kindly skritch to assuage his hurt feelings. (Naturally, I gave it to him, poor kitty!)
Andy continued to clean up on top of the carrier.
Post 876: cat of mystery…
What’s Andy up to here? Powering up to wipe out ChiChi the Chihuahua? What…!?
Oh. He’s just helping himself to a midday snack at the kitty snack bar. Never mind!
Post 864: “It’s about time!”
Poor kitties! I was at the military museum well past four pm today and the boys were hungry.
Never mind there was dry food out in case I was late, always a possibility, and water ~ they wanted their wet kitty food…NOW!
Supper is super say the boys, but it best better be on time next time!
(We know where you sleep…!)
Post 679: small acts of rebellion…
Dougy hopped into the tub Doug (the human one) bought for Andy after Dougy had fits when Andy used Dougy’s tub. Andy, of course, doesn’t use it, but he doesn’t let Dougy use it either!
Dougy enjoyed the sun and Andy’s tub. He was getting away with the unthinkable! Woo hoo! (Andy will smell his stink on the tub later and be upset. So what?!)
Doug contemplates the ultimate assault on Andy’s sensibilities…! “What an insult, too,” Dougy purred.
Yes, he’s going to snooze on top of the blue carrier! (“Take that, Andrew James! Take that!”) Pfft!
Dougy sniffed around on the top of the carrier. He thought he heard something — ANDY?! — and he froze stiff!
Discretion is the better part of valor. Doug hopped off the carrier and had a mid-morning snack instead.
Sleeping on the blue carrier was just a step too far too soon! He values his tail!
Post 675: boxed in…
It doesn’t take too much time from when I sit down in front of my computer till the boys box me in.
Andy hops on my computer and pretends he’s “just hangin'”…not snooping on what I’m doing.
Then I feel a thump on the back of my computer chair, and a dark presence dwells over my head…! Oh! It’s Dougy!
Post 66X: I’m not superstitious, but maybe you are!
Today’s post hits more than 665 but less than 667. I am not superstitious, but I won’t number it in case you are!
Likewise, since both my cats are kind of black — I think of them as black — I won’t post any photos of them today, though I assure you they walk in front of me day in and day out. I have yet to have bad luck.
Of course, I still haven’t won the Powerball. Hmmm. Damn black cats!
Orange tabbies are OK, though. (Poor Louie. Aw well…!)
Louie loved hunting insects in this black bamboo thicket. It was his happy spot!
Louie was a big cat. Sometimes he’d jump up on your lap without warning. Yowza!
When the florist sent flowers to the house instead of the church, Louie had to check it out. Or maybe he just wanted to walk on the table. He was naughty that way!
Louie was aggressive toward other cats but it scared Louie snotless to go to the veterinarian’s in the car. (That’s the boys’ veterinarian in red, incidentally, and the technician holding Louie is the one who shaved a spot on Andy’s tail so she could get his blood pressure. We all go back a long time!)
Hee! Hee!
Louie adored me, I think, but that doesn’t mean he minded very well. Fortunately, he was basically a pretty good boy!
Louie took an interest in what I was always doing on the computer. Yeah.
Louie was a semi-outdoor cat. He was five years old when I got him (his veterinarian estimated), and his previous people apparently let him wander. That’s how he ended up trapped by the animal control officer, and was abandoned and “there” when I was looking for a cat.
Louie was a good ol’ cat! He enjoyed watching birds in the fir tree out the back door.
Post 665: “Does it make my butt look big?”
Dougy loves his new Neko BirBug toy. Loves! Loves! Loves! So much so it lost a little feather off the back after lots of rough play. (Andy loves it, too…if Dougy lets him play with it. Sad business, that!)
“My ottoman, my BirBug, et moi! Can life be any better?”
“As good as it gets and it needn’t get any better! Well, maybe a fresh bag of salmon-flavored Greenies would complete my happiness!”
“Does this make my butt look big?”
!["Hey, Yellowboy! Don't laugh at me! I'm a merciless killer. Check out my point "Teeth of Doom for Small Critters and my Throat-ripping Claws of Total Annihilation! Yeah, man! Yeah!" [Psst!]](https://i0.wp.com/phainopepla95.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/d31.jpg?resize=624%2C331&ssl=1)
“Hey, Yellowboy! Don’t laugh at me! I’m a merciless killer. Check out my pointy ‘Merciless Teeth of Doom for Small Critters’ and my ‘Throat-ripping Claws of Total Annihilation’! Yeah, man! Yeah!” [Pssst!]
![After the short distraction, Dougy killed BirBug a hunderd ways! {Grrrr!]](https://i0.wp.com/phainopepla95.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/d42.jpg?resize=624%2C370&ssl=1)
After the short distraction, Dougy killed BirBug a hundred ways! [Grrrr!]
Then, Dougy ran off to take a serious nap. That’s what cats do.
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Post 660: dead asleep…
I got up at the usual 2:30 AM to feed Andy and Dougy. They insisted on it. Then I went back to bed.
“I’ll catch the news on television, then think about getting up for the day,” I thought. Then I went back to sleep.
OMG!
…and that dark presence is here again!
Out cold to the world. Dead asleep. You can’t wake the dead from their sleep.
“Ummm…. Mothra in flames! It’s almost 8:30!” Dougy sniffed me and woke me up. (No doubt thinking, “…if he’s dead, he’s meat!”)
[Shudder!]
I hopped right out of bed.