Fruit-flies check in and never check out.
I wonder.
Do they die with smiles on their faces?
Archive for the ‘my pets’ Category
Welcome to Paradise Island
September 30, 2011When Will He Ever Learn?
September 6, 2011
Last week, Rue finally got up the nerve to climb the ladder and get on the roof. The roof is Cora’s favorite Hang Out. She was NOT happy! Last week, Rue climbed back down the ladder. This week, he forgot. Nothing could entice him to climb back down, not even his favorite food. So we ignored him. It didn’t work. He went into a complete panic. After two hours, Sweetums climbed the ladder and carried him down. He didn’t go anywhere near the ladder for a few days. This afternoon,while I was sewing, I heard a cat crying. And there he was–sitting at the top of the ladder crying. I called Sweetums to get him. He climbed the ladder, picked him up and brought him down. Rue considers this the way to get down now. He’s the baby. You gotta love him.
Irene! Why Did You Do This?
August 29, 2011
Three trees went down on our tiny island. I hope that it doesn’t discourage the geese couple next year.
Other than leaves and branches everywhere, there wasn’t much damage around here. The creek overflowed into some yards, but that’s typical of any storm.
One of the advantages of a hurricane is being able to leave the western windows open. The girls loved sitting in the window, especially Cora.
Sunday morning, she was the first one out. Here she is, trotting toward me. It’s a wonder I was able to take this before she was on me for a back scratch. It’s also a wonder my camera isn’t covered in cat hair.
“What twelve-foot drop?” “I need to scratch my face!” She is fearless!
Not to be outdone, Miss Olive gave it a try. She said it was wet. She doesn’t like wet.
Flo (aka Princess) stayed in and finished Olive’s breakfast. Then she had, au lait sans cafe. Thank you, Miss Kraft. Some things you never forget.
Where was that boy during all this?
Watching rain and wind is really hard work!
Rue Boy Has Made His First Kill
July 28, 2011
And that rug deserved killing, too.
Even Gus thought it was worth a good laugh.
Cora and Flo’s Big Adventure
July 20, 2011
I’ve been trying for weeks to get the little girls to the vets for their shots. Cora is easy to catch because she usually takes a nap on the dining table after breakfast. Note the folded over placemats. My main problem is little Flo. Even if she comes in for breakfast, trying to find her when it’s time to go isn’t easy. If she wants to go out, she has a sixth sense as to when and where an escape is possible. If she decides to stay in, she can get herself into a hidey hole that you never knew even excited. This morning, I noticed her going into a kitchen cupboard. I quietly closed the door and set about getting ready to go. When the time came, Doug put Cora in a carrier and I took her out to the car. Somehow, he managed to get Flo out of the closet and into a carrier. Ah, success. Half the battle was over. It takes about 15 minutes to get there. For fourteen they screamed and cried like they were being murdered. I am so glad it was hot enough to put on the air-conditioning. Once inside, they settled down. Cora sat with her back to me. Flo needed scratching. The place was half empty and since they were just getting shots, I didn’t have to wait too long—-about as long as it takes to cast on for socks and knit a few rounds. In the examining room, Cora refused to come out. The kid managed to grab her hind legs, but somehow, she managed to dig her claws into something inside. I held on to the carrier while he wiggled her loose. Speaking of loose, I use the word kid loosely. I mean, as far as I’m concerned my son is a kid and he is 26 years old. Anyway, Cora was weighed, stuck and generally tossed about. When it was time for her to get back in her carrier, she didn’t want to go. I think she wanted to take names. We finally managed to shove her back in. And, finally, it was Flo’s turn. Having observed all this, she realized what was going on and she was the perfect little princess she can be. Maybe she remembers getting fixed up here last year when she was sliced.
When I came out, there was a man with a lovely female german shepherd. He had nine puppies that were coming for their first shots. They were so beautiful! They licked my fingers. I would have loved to have one. Gus would turn green and die if I brought another dog home.
Flo Makes Me Crazy
July 6, 2011She had spent another night out. We were ready for our morning walk and she still hadn’t shown up. We locked up and headed down the driveway when I saw her sitting in the yard next door. She got up and staggered over. She looked like she had been up all night partying. She couldn’t keep her eyes open. Since she was basically OK, we told her that we would be back in an hour and went on our way. Well, she was nowhere to be seen when we got back. We considered turning on the sprinklers, but decided that would be mean. She finally managed to stagger out of the bushes around noon. We fed her a nice breakfast and half and half. Of course, we had to give Rue Boy some. He is such a mooch.
Every time Flo stays out all night I am reminded of the time some thing tried to slice her a new asshole. Plus, she’s so tiny. She is such a sweetie. I wonder, sometimes, how long I’ll have her.
Did I mention that I am not buying any more yarn? Well, I lied.
Hot and Humid…..and Feeling Old
May 31, 2011It was almost 80 when we got up. Barf. I stumbled around and dressed while Sweetums made coffee. I drank half a cup before we left for our walk. You know, I will never understand why my children don’t drink coffee. It amazes me that they can function in the morning without it. It’s not that they don’t have jobs. It must be nice.
Where was I? Gus, as usual, was ready to go. I could whisper,”walk” at 3AM when he is sound asleep and that dog would be up and out the door in a flash. He spent a good deal of time in the river up to his belly, walking around and drinking the water. I should get a longer leash for the summer so he can go out further.
I felt like dying or sleeping, when I got back. Pain woke me up twice during the night. My other hip was bothering me and my knees, as usual. What did I do yesterday? Nothing out of the ordinary. OK. Enough whining.
My new phone will not fit in my little carriers. It’s too skinny and too long. I need to make new ones. They’re fun to make, although, digging through my fabric stash can be downright scary.
I have to finish this first. I haven’t gotten much work done on it due to the nice weather. Now, it’s too hot out and it’s really coming together. The cutter has been a big help. I always feel good when I complete a project.
Here’s Cora, holding down the dining room table.
Almost Time for Maryland Sheep and Wool
May 3, 2011I’m taking Komi knitting patterns class on Thursday and fancy heels on Friday morning. I have found suitable yarn and needles for my classes without having to buy anything. I have very few needles in the sizes indicated, but what I found will do. Most of my needles are smaller(for socks and gloves) or bigger(for sweaters). The same goes for my yarn— a lot of fine and heavy with little in between. Also, finding white or beige was impossible. Yellow will have to do. I’m just not a white or beige person.
Here’s the blue sock. Not bad for two days. I’m almost to the hell. I’ll have to play around with it a bit since there are an odd number of repeats. The swirls can get confusing. Next, it’s on to Sock That Rock kits or maybe not. I need more cotton socks for summer.
I finally remembered to reply to the comment I received on Rue last week. Have a look. I really liked it.
Like Father, like son.
Out all night AGAIN! No wonder she can’t keep her eyes open. She has only spent the night inside twice in the last ten.
Can I Put my Wool Hats and Gloves Away Yet?
April 28, 2011Can I put my turtlenecks, fleece tops and cords away? Can I get out my shorts and sandals? I hope so. The last several days makes me want to do it. But, it’s not May yet. What to do. What to do.
These days, the only time I see Flo is when I get up in the morning and at suppertime. She likes to sleep on the porch furniture at night and in the bushes during the day. I don’t like her spending the night out, but she doesn’t care. Don’t tell me to keep her in. You have never been around this cat when she wants to go OUT! And it better be NOW!
I finished these yesterday and started another pair today. I’ve had some blue that is boring, but I found an interesting pattern in More Sensational Socks. I am thinking about making gloves with this leftover yarn. They’re always fun to make. And you don’t have to take off your shoes and socks to try them on. This can be done at knitting group, but not on the subway. It’s frowned upon for some reason. When it gets too hot to knit with wool, I’ll switch to Sockotta yarn. I’ve four skeins of the stuff and some Panda Cotton somewhere.
Cora has been trying to teach Rue back stretches, but he’s not interested.
He would rather hang out with his buddy, Gus. And what are they looking at?
Is that Olive over there?
The Best Part of Being “Tutored”
April 19, 2011I got to go outside! It was wonderful! I knew it was there. I could smell it on the Aunties whenever they came inside. I was a little afraid at first. Auntie Flo and Auntie Cora like to tell horror stories—-like being carried off by eagles and eaten by bugs if you lay in the grass too long. I tried to keep busy and when I was tired, I laid on the back stoop.
After a few hours, Mom picked me up and brought me in. I was really sleepy.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 