tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48645082135860746192024-03-05T09:29:16.725-05:00Moments with Melon & FriendsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-84799366283356250572012-11-03T12:41:00.001-04:002012-11-03T12:41:24.224-04:00Melon's Post Halloween Nightmare<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Pet Halloween Costumes Go On Sale!!</span></div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-32274735691129110732012-10-25T12:51:00.001-04:002017-09-15T09:48:01.563-04:00October Ordeal part 3With Flora safely and I devoutly hoped securely in the carrier, the next question was, "Which cat to try for next? Who would be greedy enough to go for treats when fleeing would be the best option?"<br />
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Actually, there were two choices: Elmer and Ellen. Elmer just happened to be closer.<br />
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As I drove to the vet's, I kept glancing in my rearview mirror to see if there was an emergency vehicle following me or if it was just Flora doing her imitation of a siren.<br />
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It was Flora. <br />
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I made it to Jones Animal Hospital and signed in. They were sweet as always, apologizing because I would have to wait since I didn't have an appointment. I figure that's the price I pay for not getting an appointment but since my ability to catch cats at one appointed time is iffy at best, I usually go the drop in route. Besides, the one time I called for an appointment, Elmer apparently heard his name mentioned and the cat I thought totally preoccupied with birdwatching bolted from the room and headed for parts unknown.<br />
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At least that taught me that Elmer does indeed know his name. I had my doubts.<br />
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We settled in the waiting area, or rather I settled, Elmer cowered and Flora alternated between howls and growls.<br />
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I opened the carrier and tried to comfort them both. I had no takers.<br />
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As usually happens, I saw someone I knew there. We'll call him Mr. Smith. He's a very nice gentleman who has been on our Library Board. He ambled over to say hello, explained he was picking up something for his Goldens, and reached in to pet Flora who was making sounds like gravels grinding.<br />
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"Not happy, is she?" he asked.<br />
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I think I answered in the affirmative. I was too busy holding my breath, hoping she wouldn't slice and dice him. She tends to be more sound and fury but cornered in a box, I wasn't sure.<br />
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Yes, more to come.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-65633592516659504452012-10-18T13:50:00.001-04:002012-10-18T13:50:50.728-04:00October Ordeal, continuedI dragged my carcase out of bed that fine (well, cold and blustery, but I didn't have to go to work so we'll stay with "fine") Friday morning, longing for a cup of coffee and for cats to stay out from under my feet long enough to get one. After I distributed bowls of food indoors and outdoors, trying not to step on Ellen who turns into velcro-kitty when it appears anyone is close enough to the refrigerator to open the magic cold box and take out deli turkey, I realized Flora was deeply absorbed in chowing down. I slipped downstairs and brought a cat carrier up to the kitchen, out of sight. Then s l o w l y but nonchalantly approached her, picked her up as if for a nice little cuddle and headed for the box.<br />
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Of course, she knew sometheing was amiss so she started to scrabble but I popped her in the box and locked the lid.<br />
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It was then I became aware of something that sounded like the rumble of a distant volcano due to erupt.<br />
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The carrier quivered.<br />
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I realized it was Flora, growling.<br />
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This did not bode well.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-5633650712722796382012-10-11T18:04:00.002-04:002012-10-11T18:04:44.089-04:00Ordeal of October: PrologueWhen I feel that first nip in the air, a sense of dread comes over me. A sense of doom. Yes, I hate the ice and snow and cold, but more than that it portends an annual event guaranteed to cause sleepless nights, tossing and turning, scheming and plotting.<br />
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It's time for Nuit and her kittens to go to the vet for annual shots and exams.<br />
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When Nuit brought her amazing exploding kittens to my doorstep, their four week old legs still tottering a bit, I didn't realize what I took for a phase would turn into a way of life for most of them. <br />
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Flora especially.<br />
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Flora Belle Snicklefritz is that most dangerous of characters, a cat who is agile, strong, smart, and, above all, suspicious.<br />
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I once saw a painting by a Chinese artist which I was quite taken with and considering splurging for. It was a grey mother cat and her kittens under a willow tree. The mother had slitted eyes and laid back ears, and other people said it looked like a demon cat. I knew they were sort of right, because to me it looked very much like Flora.<br />
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In her defense, she isn't a demon.<br />
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She's just a cat who knows what she wants and, equally, knows what she does NOT want, and has no inhibitions or compunctions about making it so.<br />
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But I will admit that she does have a certain glint in her eyes....<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-58746505846294295262012-09-04T17:59:00.000-04:002012-09-04T17:59:43.880-04:00Elmer: What's in a name? <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>As a young rascal, I thought perhaps Elmer should be named Arthur. A bit more regal, or at least a bit more distinguished. Mom, wise cat woman that she was, said he was more of an Elmer. And when he gets after poor Bonnie Kate, the tiny gentle fuzz ball, his name is "ELMER-LEAVE-BONNIE-ALONE!"<br />
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Mom and were both wrong about his name, really. I just was more wrong. He isn't any sort of dignified Arthur.<br />
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Elmer is actually the feline incarnation of Jethro Bodine. Handsome, well-built, and with a secret dream of bein' a rocket scientist or a brain surgeon or one of them double-ought spies. <br />
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We need an Uncle Jed needs to have a long talk with that boy.<br />
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But I love him anyway.<br />
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Most of the time, at least.<br />
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ELMER!LEAVEBONNIEALONE!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-84261448826414786712012-08-19T21:08:00.001-04:002012-08-19T21:10:13.924-04:00Speaking of art. . .<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9PVkVZfVMn_W26UjbC_TkhOaQQvquCw3DdNnIGtq7rrnFbSIF-BkP3szoEu_xcZe4x3lPhTMIDv91aDVUYcobj3Aj-y8Z0GtShmWCizF5PyvzPmqpYxIVx0pkU7UeqjtaLBoRrMB-a0/s1600/stain+glass+bonnie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9PVkVZfVMn_W26UjbC_TkhOaQQvquCw3DdNnIGtq7rrnFbSIF-BkP3szoEu_xcZe4x3lPhTMIDv91aDVUYcobj3Aj-y8Z0GtShmWCizF5PyvzPmqpYxIVx0pkU7UeqjtaLBoRrMB-a0/s320/stain+glass+bonnie.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>This is Bonnie as a stained glass figure. I saw the pattern at a glass shop in town (now closed) and took photos of Bonnie for the older lady to work with. I admit when I first saw it I was a bit disappointed: they missed Bonnie's mask. But it's beautiful and elegant like my girl, so I'm happy.<br />
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Hmmm.... I may have to do a whole "art of my cats" series, even if some of the art isn't really of my cats.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-62608043205966718422012-08-03T22:35:00.000-04:002012-08-03T22:35:36.354-04:00Why I Had to Buy This Tile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have enough cat things. I have enough things to hang on the wall. So why did I buy this??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"I' m a kitty and I'm in a corner. Does that count?"</b></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"Well, it's got corners, but that's not a kitty. That's a book."</b></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<tr style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">"Go 'way, Elmer! This is my corner!"</span></b></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-35253676035235041062012-07-15T22:34:00.000-04:002012-07-15T22:34:09.821-04:00Melon: Kitty Cornered<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>These cats better not be after my treats!</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Be sure and get my good side!</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-2159395046596772442012-07-09T16:57:00.000-04:002012-07-09T16:57:05.992-04:00Melon the -- um, well....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">For the third time in two years, I've been stung by yellow jackets while mowing in the back yard. Little devils nest in small holes in the ground where I don't see them until all at once I feel their stings. The last two times they've ringed my ankles with stings. This time I had small blisters around the stings as well as painful, itchy and badly swollen ankles. I try to be a tolerant person but dagnabit, that hurts!!! And for a long time! It takes about a week before all is near normal and the swelling goes down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So-- if a </span><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">scarecrow</b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> will keep birds away, perhaps this will work for yellow jackets: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Melon-crow? Scare-melon? The Melonbee?</b></span></td></tr>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-10519764449843316712012-07-01T07:16:00.001-04:002012-07-23T09:04:19.490-04:00Catch of the day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Is it the catch of the day?</b></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No, just BeeGee, pretending to be a Key West kitty!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere! </b></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>(This is my cat fencing to try to keep Bonnie, Elmer, Melon & co. inside the fenced in back yard. BeeGee obviously sees it as a good place to nap.)</b></span></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-90099518598005602432012-06-25T16:53:00.001-04:002012-06-25T16:53:56.765-04:00Happy (belated) Father's Day!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"I may not be a dad, but I'll wear a tie if it gets me treats!"</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-10131433412303215242012-06-12T09:38:00.000-04:002012-06-12T09:38:58.192-04:00It isn't easy being green<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Someday, my prince will come. . .</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>(And no doubt, he'll be a cat.)<br />
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I watched "<b>The Muppets</b>" movie and was utterly charmed. I didn't expect to be. I hoped I'd like it. Kudos to Jason Segal for knowing what tone to set and what buttons to push. Music was fun, too. Yea, Kermie!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-45685792588167174882012-06-03T18:50:00.000-04:002012-06-03T18:50:39.225-04:00In Loving Memory<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Mom & Rupert</b></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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</tbody></table>My mother loved cats for as long as she could remember, but at that time and place cats weren't considered house pets. Mom said she vowed that when she was grown, she would have cats in her house. I'm not sure she envisioned the ten we had at one time. . . .<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Mom & Melon</span></b></span></td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>That's a skinny young Melon on her lap. Note her beloved Freddie watching at the door. I think that may be one reason Fred doesn't care for Melon.<br />
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Mom died June 3, 2007. Rupert died May 16, 2008. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-87947366272185364822012-05-27T15:37:00.000-04:002012-05-27T15:37:54.673-04:00Happy Birthday, Uncle Scotty!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>I'M READY FOR CAKE!!</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-34729520255659702662012-05-20T08:47:00.000-04:002012-05-20T08:47:24.921-04:00With apologies to Emmylou Harris...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"It's all right, 'cause it's midnight, and I got two more bottles of wine!"</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">(Just a plug for a local winery in Wise, Virginia. Mountain Rose Vineyards is located on the site of an old strip mine and they produce some wonderful wines. If you like muscadine grapes, by all means try their Sweet Mountain Rose wine! Elmer doesn't imbibe, but he likes to drink by putting his paw in the water dish and then licking the paw. I thought the water bowl was leaking for awhile until I saw him one morning.)<b> </b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-76045091420134803912012-05-13T00:09:00.001-04:002012-05-13T00:47:18.893-04:00In Honor of Mother's Day...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">"Where are you going, my little one?</span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Where are you going, my baby, my own?</b></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Turn around, and you're two, turn around and you're four--</b></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRiXHwqCrwgHRE9SNxquywHBv_-TlNFv77AWiQGApLGNA-slmbU4HklBhULkCZIgR27SIOPjAKAwoSn0Pe2sUTzXulsVzetrLsoCYWunQNGyF6GbneOwNkhtFb2Kk7BOoWShqB43C4z4/s1600/freddiestool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRiXHwqCrwgHRE9SNxquywHBv_-TlNFv77AWiQGApLGNA-slmbU4HklBhULkCZIgR27SIOPjAKAwoSn0Pe2sUTzXulsVzetrLsoCYWunQNGyF6GbneOwNkhtFb2Kk7BOoWShqB43C4z4/s320/freddiestool.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Turn around, and you're a big cat, going out of the door."</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-13837588169778312652012-05-06T08:05:00.000-04:002012-05-06T08:05:41.462-04:00A rose by any other name. . .<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>"Is this all you get for winning the Kentucky Derby? I was expecting caviar. . . or at least tuna."</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-66308391286982332172012-04-29T12:51:00.000-04:002012-04-29T12:51:32.856-04:00Cats in the news<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"Oh, look! I have a lucky Mocha foot!" ~Bonnie</b></span></td></tr>
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There are so many unhappy endings for animals, it's nice to have a few words of hope. Here's the story of Corky, a kitten born with legs on backwards who won the hearts of rescuers. He's undergone major surgery and is recovering. He also looks like Fred.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/kitten-gets-legs-lease-life-191830946--abc-news-topstories.html">Corky</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Musetta's human, Clea Simon, is an author. Living with her isn't all deli chicken and cream, though. Musetta has a few choice comments to share:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://consciouscat.net/2012/04/18/musettas-complaint-life-with-a-writer-is-for-the-birds/">Musetta</a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Finally, Fred, Bonnie, Mocha & Rupert appear artistically in <span style="color: #990000;">Susan Faye's</span> blog. I love her artwork and commissioned a family portrait. You can see it <a href="http://365catladies.blogspot.com/2012/04/youre-all-poets-and-i-know-it.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FSPsC+%28365+Cat+Ladies%29&utm_content=FeedBurner">here</a>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-36439661264513791602012-04-22T08:24:00.000-04:002012-04-22T08:24:57.490-04:00Signs of Spring<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"I can't believe my eyes...."</b></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"It's a catterfly!"</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-48153358753721226072012-04-09T08:43:00.000-04:002012-04-09T08:43:32.246-04:00Happy Easter!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxOP6HNaEWYcqkXWEnsRNSPgocFGpnEOM-gZAiOy3iNeK0-v6SWNoowp29BmIpX13Oz0au1OLyVKmdr1rncrURLh87vljlskFwp-Pg0E-sNPSNKjl60fVTYNOtJMw1EIAPrTID-FQ8Do/s1600/Easter+Melon+2012+headshot.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxOP6HNaEWYcqkXWEnsRNSPgocFGpnEOM-gZAiOy3iNeK0-v6SWNoowp29BmIpX13Oz0au1OLyVKmdr1rncrURLh87vljlskFwp-Pg0E-sNPSNKjl60fVTYNOtJMw1EIAPrTID-FQ8Do/s320/Easter+Melon+2012+headshot.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"I trust there's a chocolate bunny for me in this."</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-1185734803746847012012-04-02T10:28:00.000-04:002012-04-02T10:28:26.530-04:00A Rare Sighting<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>of the Rambunctious Ring Tailed Fred snoozing </b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-29524830070689586722012-03-29T21:02:00.000-04:002012-03-29T21:02:28.394-04:00Happy Spring!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzUlXp0sEPyMLzNXWsdfNCoYtEuiy097lPmYcmLEjuvKbgexf1pSr0rZdKFCXPdvk0Euw7ebUpEgiMVtD-p9rQ3OXztuvxz4bCSaAjILZa99qxNZvfApOSPgvZ3u2CXNEkVtDvnBFAp0/s1600/Melon+daffodills.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzUlXp0sEPyMLzNXWsdfNCoYtEuiy097lPmYcmLEjuvKbgexf1pSr0rZdKFCXPdvk0Euw7ebUpEgiMVtD-p9rQ3OXztuvxz4bCSaAjILZa99qxNZvfApOSPgvZ3u2CXNEkVtDvnBFAp0/s320/Melon+daffodills.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"Take time to eat the tulips!"</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-61718261663038141822012-03-17T21:04:00.000-04:002012-03-17T21:04:15.782-04:00Happy St. Patrick's Day!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqV1_gYqrGlhm7mDcgkRosYX0GkxOg7JG5HnZW35ymRZgT-GGsSKgTyQtzrK_LBvVWlFHKIYJ3nNyf7w7v5U7mLUim6EqJu5NCW8V_Hjclm4VUpP7WB8QH_HCHgcDKUCtTilO4G92nxD8/s1600/Melon+St.+Pat%27s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqV1_gYqrGlhm7mDcgkRosYX0GkxOg7JG5HnZW35ymRZgT-GGsSKgTyQtzrK_LBvVWlFHKIYJ3nNyf7w7v5U7mLUim6EqJu5NCW8V_Hjclm4VUpP7WB8QH_HCHgcDKUCtTilO4G92nxD8/s400/Melon+St.+Pat%27s.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>"I'll pass on the green beer, but I'd love a saucer of Bailey's Irish cream!"</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4864508213586074619.post-54584671956527596652012-03-13T15:24:00.001-04:002012-03-13T15:25:59.087-04:00Three Signs It's Going To Be A Long Day3. Ellen the grass fiend jumps up on the counter where the grass pot had been. It's not there, mainly because Ellie has uprooted the grass so I had gotten more potting soil and seeds and resown. The grass container is now down in the sun room where it can get sun. Unfortunately I had left some potting soil in a small dish. When I come into the kitchen, Ellie is poking her nose in the dish and tossing dirt about, looking very puzzled. She knows there has to be grass in there somewhere. . . .<br />
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2. BeeGee has taken to dashing inside the house when I feed him. He runs in, startling the inside cats, but so far no real fights or bad interactions. Everyone seems unsure. BeeGee gives some little mews, which I think suggest submission but since he chases Fred off outside I am not sure. Anyway, this morning he decides to take a tour of the house before I realize what he's doing. I catch him and he's WET. It's dry out, so that's a puzzlement. Then I realize he's not only wet, he's MUDDY. I suspect he's had a set-to with another cat. I get him back outside but now I'm also wet and muddy.<br />
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1. Bonnie hops onto my dresser, something she doesn't usually do but she is obsessed with these new PureBite treats, especially the shrimp. She'd never shown much interest in seafood so that was a surprise. Bonnie is tiny and such a picky eater that I'm always so thrilled when she shows an interest in food that I indulge her in a way I don't the other cats. One would think by now that I would learn that most of the time when Bonnie overeats it means she has an upset stomach. I remembered that-- <b>after</b> I discovered she'd thrown up in my underwear drawer.<br />
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