Post 1791: morning excitement…


Andy is busy with his morning bath. Wow! It’s like an earthquake in here! But a kitty’s gotta do what a kitty’s gotta do! There may be casualties.


“What!? What!? What!?” Andy hears his brother Dougy mewing in short, quiet,  little mews! Something’s up!


“What’s up, Dougy?!” Dougy’s focused on the ceiling. 


“It better not be that beetle we’ve had our paws ready for the past few days,” Andy says.

Andy is incredulous as only a kitty brother can be! No honor among some kitties, you know. Dougy’s hiding something. Maybe…. Anyway, he’s awfully quiet. Awfully. Yeppers! Quiet. And suspicious looking!


Post 1790: downtime is cleaning time…

Every good kitty – and Andy is a very good kitty – knows downtime is cleaning time.


Very good. Spick and span. Time for a nap!

Post 1789: “Not the medicine…!”


Hiding in the dark under the computer desk…

Poor kitty! Andy has no choice but to get his blood pressure medicine twice a day till his veterinarian is satisfied it’s in control. In the meantime, he’s spent a fair amount of effort hiding from me.

I, of course, spend a fair amount of time figuring out where he is and planning countermeasures to make sure his hiding place is blocked when it’s time to give him his medicine.

He’s a good kitty boy, though, once I catch him. He resists the medicine, but he gags it down. And I reward him with kitty treats, then, for being a good boy!

Post 1787: bugged…


The big bug is a worthy adversary. After days of trying, Dougy has yet to capture the darn beetle to dispatch it. Not to worry! Dougy is on the hunt…again! “Today will be the day,” Dougy says, “RAWR!” 

Post 1786: an American holiday…

120116 andy (left) and dougy

Andy and Dougy are taking a day off today, July 4th, 2018, Independence Day. They wondered how much tuna people buy for the holiday (probably not much!) and why people celebrate an American holiday with Chinese fireworks and Chinese-made American flags. Darned if I know.

According to CNBC, citing information from Wallet Hub, a financial website, Americans spend a lot on this holiday, the big one of the summer, with $7,000,000,000  predicted for this year compared with $6,800,000,000 last year:

US flags, many of which are made in China: $5,000,000.

Chicken and hamburgers: over $760,000,000, with an additional $37,000,000 on ketchup alone!

Beer? Especially in this hot summer: over $1,000,000,000!

Fireworks, mostly Chinese-made: $800,000,000+.

Travel costs are difficult to estimate because of the variability of prices, region to region, but, according to AAA: “An estimated 44.2 million Americans will travel 50 miles [80.5 kilometers] or more from home between Friday and Tuesday,”


The kitty boys and I will endure the fireworks, not drink beer, or eat barbecue. The best part, though, our American flag was made in the United States of America, appropriately enough.

Speaking of the US Flag, here are the complete lyrics to the US National Anthem, typically with only the first verse sung, ending on an existential question we might ask ourselves today: 


Complete version of “The Star-Spangled Banner” showing spelling and punctuation
from Francis Scott Key’s manuscript in the Maryland Historical Society collection.

O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bomb bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
‘Tis the star-spangled banner – O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto – “In God is our trust,”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.


I confess I get goose-bumpy and teary when I hear it, though, I think the whole idea and application of what America stands for is under fire every day. A continental railroad wouldn’t be conceived of let alone built now, nor would we put men on the moon. We are too busy being one party or the other, forgetting that “we the people” is a recipe for success, not our current divided state.

It is a time of self-interest sucking the coffers dry at the expense of those heroes who fight and die to preserve the experiment and poor brown people trying to come to America for safety and the benefit of freedom to live the American dream. John Q. Public has to work several jobs to have a level of living less than what his post WWII parents enjoyed with just Dad bringing home the bacon.

So, wave your Chinese-made flags, fire off your Chinese-made fireworks, set aside any thoughts about what America is and can be when we open our doors to others, pass the beer, forget about the meaning of the American Revolution, the Civil War that is still being waged in parts of the country (if not with 2nd Amendment-approved weaponry), the good and bad wars fought since and still, and how it brought use to this point in history.

I’m reading a book on Andrew Jackson for the holiday. I just finished one on Thomas Jefferson. I hope the president has read the Jackson biography, if not any other books in his life. It helps one understand just what we are about, perhaps enlightens us to what inspires the people, and what destroys the country and its historic values.

Post 1785: the kitty boys’ meal ritual…

Andy comes to the table first, and Dougy sits by till Andy’s through. Andy gets a drink  after he’s eaten, then Dougy  comes over for his share of the kitty food. Andy – my little chow hound – hee! hee! – returns to finish whatever is left on the plate after Dougy’s had his fill. Dougy refreshes himself at the fountain before he leaves for a whisker cleaning. Andy is mighty pleased to have the plate to himself now! This is the usual order of things, though sometimes they eat at the same time.

Meal times are more than just having a bite to eat! 

Post 1784: bugged…


There’s a large bug that Andy and Dougy have been trying to catch since yesterday. It is almost like it taunts them, then magically disappears as soon as they get close to catching it. 

This morning, Dougy came really close to catching it, but when he swiped it with his paw, it fell behind the end table. 

The vigil continues. “One of these days,” says Dougy, “one of these days…!” 

Post 1783: Happy Birthday, kitty boys!

Hard to believe the kitty boys turn seven years old today but the math is simple: July 1, 2018 minus July 1, 2011. Yes, they were born on Canada Day, and they wish our Canadian friends and kitties a Happy Canada Day. They are pleased to share that birthday with such a nice place!

bonne fete canada


You want to know what special things we’ll do today and what they get for their birthday. I keep it simple. Kitty toys often are as simple as a peacock feather or a piece of paper on the floor. I don’t buy expensive toys for the kitty boys any more since they rarely play with them as much as they do, say, a simple piece of string.

So… it’s kitty videos and tuna water off the albacore. Frankly, cats don’t know what a birthday is, do they, no matter how much we want to impress on them the day is one for them to celebrate? We celebrate for them!

The kitty boys don’t eat the tuna itself – Persians have difficulty eating chunk tuna, so I’m going to mush it up, perhaps run it through a food processor to make it more Persian kitty friendly. It seems a shame they can’t get more than the water off the can on their birthday!

The cats of my life, in the order they came into my life: lower right – Freckles; upper right – Louie; left – Andy; middle right – Dougy.

I got Louie to be a companion for Freckles, who died after surgery to spay her; Louie died seven years ago August 1; Andy was offered to me when I picked up Louie’s ashes at the veterinarian clinic; Dougy and Andy played well together as kittens, and the owner of their mother offered him to me when she heard I wanted a companion for Andy.

I confess dogs were a bigger part of my life till I retired. The main reason I got Freckles was I wanted a pet that didn’t make messes and loud rackets in the retirement community where I live. She was perfect! Then she died. Louie died. I still miss them. They were great kitties.

But this is a happy day, one to celebrate the birthday of the brothers Andy and Dougy! May they celebrate many, many more! Their predecessors were with me for too short a time but I’ve had lots of time with the kitty brothers, a joy we celebrate today!

Post 1782: priorities…

Dougy wanted to play earlier, but decided what he really wanted to do was sleep. Later, I tried to get his kitty on. He took a sniff and a look at the toy, but returned to sleep. All in a kitty boy’s day!