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04:05 PM - 08/06/2006

The topic: Angel face

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This picture doesn’t do her justice, but Angel has one of the sweetest faces I’ve ever seen on a cat. She has the bluest eyes….

I wish she wasn’t so darned shy.

 


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catstuff
04:01 PM - 08/06/2006

The topic: Lorelei has settled in

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Lorelei doesn’t wander the house meowing so much any longer. She does sleep an awful lot.  She’s moved from the bedroom.  She was in the family room under the sofa, then she moved out to the cat furniture forest in the garage, where old cat furniture goes to die. You know, it’s not good enough to have in the house (although some of what we’ve got in the house isn’t in any better shape) but not bad enough to meet the dumpster. 

I’m still waiting for her to put on some weight, she’s an awfully thin kitty cat.

 


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catstuff
03:57 PM - 08/06/2006

The topic: Benny

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A long time ago, Benny used to stand guard when I was in the shower.  Sometimes he’d try to get to me through the shower door, other times he’d just sit quietly and wait for me to finish.

Sometimes, he’d roll around in my not-so-fresh undies. Once, he got so worked up, he ended up wearing them. I found him in the backyard, strolling along, happy as he’s ever been, with my underwear around his middle, dragging on the ground.

Well, he’s started the vigil again and imagine my surprise to see him last week, rolling around in my undies. It was the funniest thing.  By the time I got the camera, he was tired out, but I did manage to snap a picture of him on top of my sweatpants, with my underwear directly under him.


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catstuff
03:39 PM - 08/06/2006
I'm watching "Eight Men Out"

The topic: Poor Georgie

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Poor little Georgie.  He’s feeling better, that’s a good thing. But he’s been walking under some sort of dark cloud the past few days. He’s finally not slinking through the house so much. He started doing that when Handsome came here to live, remember, it was a war zone until the testosterone left Handsome’s body.

Fur instance, yesterday, he was sleeping on one of the openings between the entryway and the living room and he moved in his sleep and fell off.  I was kind of worried, checked him out and he seemed to be okay. 

Then yesterday evening, I swear, something has it in for him.

We’ve got this plum tree in the backyard. We’ve got two fruit trees. Lime, which come in handy at margarita time. And the plum tree, which has the most beautiful, fat juicy plums you ever did see. It has hundreds and hundreds each year. And we’ve eaten about, um, let me think….zero.  The tree is a waste.  And below the tree is a wasteland of split open plums.

Well, the oddest thing this year is the bees. I’ve never seen this in the twenty years we’ve lived here. Bees on the fruit. Maybe it’s because of the heat, maybe it was because the weather had been so cloudy and the flowers weren’t opening up during the day, or maybe it’s because there was no catnip grown this year, but the ripe plums are covered in honey bees.  Since I walk barefoot when I’m home, this concerns me. 

I figure I’ll wait until the sun goes down and go out and toss the plums from the path I take to the pool.  Figure the bees will be home for the night.

All the cats except Benny, Oliver and Georgie were in. Georgie was sleeping up on the patio. My tossing plums caught his attention and he came trotting over to see what the deal was. And he chased a plum or two.  He was standing under the tree by the cathouse (first picture).  I heard a noise, then felt something splash me. Georgie jumped, ran from under the tree.  I looked at him and couldn’t figure out what his problem was.  I called him over, he came to me and I checked him out.  His back, where I usually apply Advantage, was wet. 

*lol*

A plum fell from the tree and splatted on his back.  Poor little guy.

When he came in for the night, he lay next to me on the sofa and let me pet him.  He was pretty happy, he was purring and kneading the pillow.  I haven’t seen him like that in a while, so I guess the plum drop wasn’t so traumatic for him. 

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lisaviolet is sixty something, married with no kids, takes care of lots of cats, likes taking photographs, loves Southern California weather and spends altogether too much time avoiding her responsibilities.

In her spare time, she makes pretty things to sell in her store.

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