Sunday, January 12, 2014

Cat scans . . .

J, looking sharp in his uniform, left the premises to participate in an Eagle Ceremony.  Snax can not watch football from the top of the cat condo without his buddy sitting nearby on the loveseat.  I heard his cries clear in the back of the dining room where the computer is.  I went in and gave him a hug which was not what he wanted at all.  He wants his J to come back!

He knows what "hush" means because if he starts pacing and wailing, he will work himself into a frenzy - something like allowing a dog to bark without correction until it is nutsy.  He didn't need a hush this time.  He wasn't wailing, he was calling for J.  I could tell the difference, hence the hug (which shut him up).

Miu never woke up from her nap under the scanner table.  The big scanner is seldom used since we got a printer which also scans.  It has now become the cat's scanner.  

Heh . . .

Extra Duty . . .

We have extra kitty duty starting on Monday.  They may be sKITtish at first.  That depends on their frames of mind.  We love kitties.  Perhaps they can tell.

Miu often reads our minds and understands a lot of English.  We have to spell even her gender.  If we say something like "she wants some water" she pays attention.  Snax is the "he" and she ignores that.

I'm not sure she won't read this, either.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Breakfast, anyone?

We are supposed to have breakfast at Deli Lane tomorrow morning with Anne & Mark.  Kimmie will be there but not BigEd.  He has to work inventory overnight and will be free in the late morning, probably.

DL has the best cheese grits.  I asked what kind of cheese and was told "Cheddar" but not the proportion of cheese to raw grits and water. 

Every time we go, I consider the whole menu and then order scrambled with toast, grits, and coffee.  I will ask if the carrot/zucchini muffins are fresh-made that morning and if they are, will substitute one for toast.  They are sublime if fresh-made.  I don't know what happens to them if they sit for a while, but something does.

 Monday is BigEd's birthday.  He and Veronica share the  same day.  He will be working then so we will delay the celebration until the 18th when he should be available.  

Be good to be available for your own birthday celebration.  Been reading a Spenser novel.  Can you tell?

O1 Doc recommended "Spider Woman's Daughter" by Anne Hillerman.  Hillerman?  Tony's daughter? yes!  I hope she doesn't consider this book a stand-alone.  I don't see how she can considering that Lt. Joe Leaphorn has yet to recover from being shot.

Another recommendation is"Things Left Unspoken" by Eva Marie Everson.  I have it on reserve and, even with the monetary cuts, it should be available at my library soon.  I am No. 1 on the list.

Isn't it nice to have things to look forward to?

Thursday, January 9, 2014

A little turning may be a good thing . . .

I decided to only watch the feline interaction this morning.  I determined to bite my tongue and fold my lips together.  Hard.  No yelling "time out" to break things up.

Miu was the instigator.  She stared, rolled on the floor, said "ahgmmm?" with her own mouth closed.  She reached for Snax as he strode by.  (he has really long legs so he doesn't trudge)  She tried his patience.  

This morning, this very morning, when she did all of the above, he crouched, wiggled his haunches to dig for traction, and jumped on her shoulder with stiff front legs.  No claws out and especially no biting. It was like a preemptive strike with blanks.

She was so indignant that it was funny.  He ran away as though he was afraid but came striding right back.  They ignored each other.

If you tease it enough, even the Snax will turn.  We don't leave the house with both of them at large.  They're still in the process of working it out.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The new orbit . . .

Happy New Year.  This is the fresh start part of the time-frame.  Back, pretty much, where we started in our orbit of the sun.  Three hundred sixty-something tries for doing what we think should be done.  Same number of tries to wake up in a cheerful, can-do mood - or not. 

Resolutions?  Not so much, for me.  Why ruin the hopeful expectations of a better year?  I look forward in hope. 

And I know what- EVER happens. The Lord has the plan.