Post 710: the grocery inspector…

Grocery day always is exciting for the boys. I open the door, hands straining under the weight of several shopping bags, and there they are: Andy and Dougy, the grocery inspectors!

Of course, Andy didn’t stay to be photographed today because he thought I was getting ready to catch him to give him medicine when I set down the last of the bags…! (The thought occurred! ­čÖé )

That left the inspection up to Dougy and Dougy alone.

High above the scene, Dougy surveys the bags awaiting inspection...!

High above the scene, Dougy surveys the bags awaiting inspection…!

A plan of attack formulated, Dougy hops to the floor.

A plan of attack formulated, Dougy hops to the floor.

Whew! At ground level, the size of the task becomes evident!

Whew! At ground level, the size of the task becomes evident!

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step!" Dougy notes.  "Let the inspection begin! One potato..., two potatoes..., three potatoes...."

“A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step!” Dougy notes.
“Let the inspection begin! One potato…, two potatoes…, three potatoes….”

That was pretty exhausting for both Doug and Dougy, so Doug retired to the computer – natch! – with a tub of yummy Greek yoghurt (peach-flavored) made from milk of contented Colorado cows. He had a visitor. This wasn’t on the inspection tour…was it?!

"This is MY yoghurt, Dougy! MINE! MINE! MINE!" The cat brothers are the only selfish ones in this household! Hee! Hee!

“This is MY yoghurt, Dougy! MINE! MINE! MINE!”
The cat brothers aren’t the only selfish ones in this household! Hee~hee!

Post 639: Andy forgets to watch his tail, with miserable consequences…

Dougy came first. He heard the birds at the feeder across the lane.

Dougy came first. He heard the birds at the feeder across the lane.

 

Keep on moving. Nothing much here to see! Just a few plump, juicy house sparrows is all!

Nothing much here to see! Just a plump, juicy house sparrow is all!

 

Maybe there isn't much to see, but Andy still had to stop by to join Dougy at the front door.

Maybe there isn’t much to see, but Andy still had to stop by to join Dougy at the front door.

 

Dougy notices Doug (the human one) sneaking over to the door, and he high tails it. (Well, "low tails it" because it's more stealthy!) Andy, fixated on the snow by the door, doesn't notice the drama unfolding...!

Dougy notices Doug (the human one) sneaking over to the door, and he high tails it. (Well, “low tails it” because it’s more stealthy!) Andy, fixated on the snow by the door, doesn’t notice the drama unfolding…!

 

[Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!]

[Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!] Then a flurry of legs and hands, and Andy finds himself…

 

...wrapped in the white towel! He spots the medicine bottle on the table. This can only mean one thing!

…wrapped in the white towel! He spots the medicine bottle on the table. This can only mean one thing!

 

Time for his blood pressure medicine, and onc

Time for his blood pressure medicine, and once again he got lost in cat business, forgot to pay attention to what Doug (the human one) was up to. Yes, wrapped in the white towel, he’s about to get a dose of blood pressure medicine. ICK! Andy resigns himself to his fate.

 

After Doug (the hiuman one) reassured Andy he was a good boy and massaged Andy's shoulders and neck till the tension left them,  Andy jumped to the floor for his kitty treats, then he hopped on top of his happy place, the blue carrier, to groom and reclaim his cattitude and self-respect.

After Doug (the human one) reassured Andy he was a good boy and massaged his shoulders and neck till the tension left them, Andy jumped to the floor for his kitty treats, then he hopped on top of his happy place, the blue carrier, to groom and reclaim his cattitude and self-respect.

 

All's well that ends well. Later, Andy joined Doug (the human one) at the computer desk, where Andy snuggled into a little ball and slept the sleep only a cat can sleep. He remained there till "time to feed the kitties" time.

All’s well that ends well. Later, Andy joined Doug (the human one) at the computer desk, where Andy snuggled into a little ball and slept the sleep only a cat can sleep. He slept┬áthere till “time to feed the kitties” time.

Post 638: Bing never sang wistfully about a “white January”…

I had to come up with something for supper, but didn’t feel like getting groceries on such a snowy day.

As usual, there was a long, deep drifty across the front of the house that extended across the sidewalk. I'd have to wade through a couple feet of snow to get to my  car...!

As usual, there was a long, deep drift across the front of the house that extended across the sidewalk. I’d have to wade through snow a couple feet deep and more to get to my car…!

Visibility was maybe 100 ft. (30.5 meters) ahead, and the roads hadn’t been cleared yet, especially of people who don’t understand turning on their lights helps others see them, if not them see others. I had visions of getting t-boned at an intersection if I went out and drove…!┬á

But┬áI had an urge for spaghetti and meatballs, so I came up with a plan. I’d buy a large Subway meatball sandwich, put those meatballs in the sauce, and toast the bread they came on in the oven!┬á

I’d have to drive completely across town to get the sandwich, but I thought I could manage if I followed snow routes, main streets that get first attention for snow removal. (But not until after the snow stops! Oops!)

The drive proved uneventful, though, and I arrived safely back home…with the prized meatball submarine sandwich, holding eight ready-to-go meatballs.┬á

Carpet isn'ty the best floor covering at the door in snow country...!

Carpet isn’t the best floor covering at the door in snow country…!

After I put the meatballs in the sauce, I saw the boys wanted to satisfy their curiosity about the latest snowstorm, which still raged outside with strong drift-making winds. I opened the door wide in the little ritual my cats and I have for snow days.

Dougy wasn't too sure he actually wanted to see it now that he saw how it was blowing and snowing. Andy took one look from the distance and ran back into the front room. No snow for Andy! He got the picture!!

Dougy wasn’t too sure he actually wanted to get closer now that he saw how furiously it was blowing and snowing. Andy took one look from the distance and ran back into the front room.

┬áNo snow for Andy! He got the picture! And so much for our little snow day ritual. Dougy’s a brave boy, though, and he slowly eased up to the edge of the door — as far as Andy usually goes — and stopped to take in the scene.┬á

Brave but not stupid! No way was he going to venture out into that storm!

Brave but not stupid! No way was he going to venture out into that storm!

“Snow” much for curiosity! Dougy ran off to join Andy in the warm front room!

My mail carrier may have scared off Dougy. I didn't hear her coming, but Dougy surely did, and I gratefully accepted the mail from this poor, frozen servant of the people. That';s her trudging up an incline covered in another drift across the lane. My neighbor gets a big drift the length of the ramp up to her front door.

My mail carrier may have scared off Dougy. I didn’t hear her coming, but Dougy surely did. I gratefully accepted the mail from this poor, frozen servant of the people. That’s her across the lane trudging up a┬áhandicap ramp┬ácovered in another drift. My neighbor gets a big drift the length of the ramp up to her front door.

You can’t see it, but the car on the left has a huge overhang of snow on the south (left) side. Before I could drive to get the meatball sandwich, I had to knock a┬ásimilar┬áoverhang of snow from my car, the one pointed toward the camera. That’s the way it is here. The wind comes from the north, big drifts form on the opposite side of the cars. There always is a big overhang of snow and a deep drift along the driver’s side of the car unless…

...I back my car into the spot, then the drift isn't on the driver's side where I have to wade through it to get into my car.+

…I back my car into the spot, then the big drift isn’t on the driver’s side.┬á

Winter driving in snow country is as much about strategy as it is defensive driving. I ignored the snow warning the day before, then had to deal with the snow overhang and the long, deep drift I had to wade through to unbury my car. I got needlessly wet and cold, and tracked a lot of snow into my car. Backing into the parking space, I avoid the worst of the problem. 

One further hassle: windshield wipers that freeze to the windshield. I turn my car off before the windshield wipers return to the bottom of the cycle, and the melted snow drains off them instead of pooling around them and freezing. I’m ready for the next snow now!┬á

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p.s.: Bing never sang wistfully about a “white January”! Of course, he was from Seattle and lived most of his life in Southern California. What did he know about it?┬á

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p.p.s.: The spaghetti and meatballs tasted great!

 

Post 589: Andy yields to temptation.

I noticed Andy was very interested the other day in a potato bag that was hanging part way over the counter. Though neither Andy nor Dougy hops up on the counters — just about the only naughty thing they don’t do! — they do notice things. In the video, Andy satisfies his curiosity about the bag:

I’ve removed the temptation so Andy doesn’t accidentally chew on the bag and swallow plastic. (Please excuse the dirty floor, too. I hadn’t vacuumed yet, and, until I watched the video, I hadn’t noticed how really, really dirty it is!)