Post 1859: Blinky lights…good!!


What could appeal more to a kitty boy than blinky lights!? (I’m happy to have them again, too, after the “no-Internet” hassles noted in Post 1858.)


OK, I decided the kitty boys can perch in front of the television, though sometimes they block the closed captions more than others.


Post 1858: a day from 7734…


Such a day! I’ll spare you full details because my blood pressure already is maxed out, but it started with my Internet provider having some sort of catastrophic technical issues that wiped out the Internet in my area. You didn’t get my blog post at 2:00 AM, right? I’d already spent two-and-a-half hours trying to get the Internet, then calling the technical support to converse obscenely and with as many blasphemies as I could squeeze into a sentence while waiting for the automated technical support voice to shut up and give me a human.

After I returned home from dialysis, the chirpy automated voice told me the terrible outage was over and my Internet was now restored! Except it wasn’t. After another round of unpleasant automated conversation with me shouting loudly “Just give me a &%#!@ real human being, you stupid automated ^%#@& cow!” into the phone, I finally got a human being, who, I’m sure, realized I was pretty unhappy by the time she answered.

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“Yeah,” asked Dougy, “What else could go wrong?”


After lots of disconnecting this, waiting for lights on that, all of which I’d done several times already – I know the stupid routine – she established my router was toast, that I had to go down to the nearest of their offices and get the router replaced.

That done – and with several side adventures till things worked – I finally, at 1 PM, had Internet and could finish today’s post. I mean, what else could go wrong, aside from the vomit by the guest bedroom door that I think was Dougy’s contribution to my day?


Here’s what else could go wrong. I meant to take a photo and rotate it as necessary, but managed to get a GIF sequence instead. GIFs don’t rotate when you edit, just one photo out of the sequence of eight does. That’s what’s at the top of this post.  The uneditable GIF, though, is a bit mesmerizing….

P.S. This post will serve as today’s and tomorrow’s post. I need a break from the computer.

Post 1857: cleaning up…

IMG_20180916_112238“Wake up! Wake up!”


Slowly, Dougy wakes up,..


More to do to get ready!

 “Kitty Food Time”, something the kitty boys look forward to with great enthusiasm, can wait till Dougy is cleaned up!  

Post 1855: a different play style…

Ready…! Set…! GOOOOOOOO!

Dougy has a different play style than his brother Andy!

Post 1854: Dougy’s decision…

Burst_Cover_GIF_Action_20180914010252 Dougy and I have a little morning routine. I try to update this blog, and he gets upset with me. Then I try to determine what he wants to do – brushing, which he love, love, loves! – wand toy, or lots of “scritching”. Being a long-haired kitty boy, that “scritching” is appreciated especially when I scratch that little spot between his eyes! (Makes him drool!)

Today, though, when I decided to sneak a GIF of me brushing him, he spotted a gnat flying by the lamp on the end table. He made his decision! LOL! But he didn’t get the gnat.

catnip4Andy and I have our morning routine, too. After the kitty boys have their breakfast, I give Andy his medicine, then treats.

Today, I changed our routine a little bit. I’ve been growing catnip in a kitty treat container Andy and Dougy emptied. It is just right for sharing with my kitty boys now, and Andy appreciates fresh leaf a whole lot!

Though Andy finds the smell of the fresh leaf overwhelming, he gets his kitty on, eats the ‘nip, which he love, love, loves to eat when I crumple it up, put it on the floor. RAWR! Fresh ‘nip! Good!

Being an introverted little guy, he doesn’t react in amusing, wild ways. Fresh greens, though, always are welcome in his world.


Post 1853: “Please, let’s play!”

If Andy has his way, the multi-colored string game will commence as soon as he calls Dougy! “Mrow!”


I prod Dougy. “Don’t you hear the call to play, McDougall?”

Yes and no, but he soon gets up and runs to join his brother in wild play.





Post 1852: swingin’ Dougy…


Andy’s swingin’, too!


Post 1851: taking a rest…

Andy and Dougy had a busy morning. Now it’s time to rest. Dougy is so tired, in fact, he isn’t challenging Andy for resting on the television stand, something he would ordinarily do.

Post 1850: Andy tries to tell me something…

Andy corners me and tries to tell me something that weighs heavily on his mind…. 

“Whatsa matter, boy? Timmy in the well again?”


Andy isn’t amused. That joke wasn’t funny the first time.

“Look at the clock, sir.” (Andy is the polite kitty boy of the two! Dougy would just shout it out, mrow, mrow, mrow.)

“See what Dougy’s doing?” Andy asks.

“Oh! It’s ‘Kitty Food Time!'” So I prepare the wet kitty food for the kitty boys and hope Dougy hasn’t eaten too much dry kitty food or he’ll miss out on the chicken paté. Believe me, Andy eats it all if Dougy hesitates a moment! 

Post 1847: there are signs…


It’s clear: The kitty boys have begun to circle around me so it must be “Kitty Food Time”! (Andy on recliner; Dougy on ottoman, pouting; me behind laptop screen, hidden….)