… and, don’t lick your fingers. Confused? Not yet. The cats have behaviors. Odd crazy things they do. It leaves us puzzled. It’s an olive wood cutting board (you don’t see the wood too much; that’s not the story). Today it was Feather and Patch fighting over the board. Each plopped on top of the board and proceeded to lick the board clean of “whatever?”
They awaited turns. Each “loved” that board, then wandered off ignoring it as a silent prop once again. Is it the wood? The olive? I rubbed more oil into the wood….
I’m told that cats have their “spots.” That would be a spot somewhere that they claim for their own and that they will fight off all “comers.” Patch was recently displaced from his beloved basket. He wanders like a “homeless” cat. He never complains. I sympathize. I’ve been a vagabond for the past decade. No more. It’s good to be “home.”
Elle loves the heater. It’s winter. She loves to be warm. It almost looks like she’s warming her paws. Oh yeah! And, the olive board still attracts. You’d have to be their mother to realize it’s Patch first then Willow up on the board. Trust me, mom knows who’s who. I know ‘cause I just took the picture and still remember who was there first.
No no, it’s not a bomb. I hesitate to post “bomb.” These days someone will be there breathing on the other end of my phone. Except… I don’t have a hard line any more. That’s another story… My saga continues. About a year ago I got a tall clock (grandfather) in a flea market. It was a real bargain – around $100. It had a German Kieininger movement. It actually worked until it didn’t. That’s another story posted elsewhere. In between I took it apart and rebuilt it. You know? … as in boing!! Yeah, it was in (complex little gears) pieces all over the dining table. Resurrected? I got a used Keininger movement on eBay. It didn’t work. Damn. I rebuilt the “boing” part. Really! And now? Well, the rebuilt clock doesn’t work. I puzzled it out. There was a broken part. I knew what I needed but did not know how to describe it or search for it on the ‘net. Okay! The clock sat as a very large paperweight until… Mike went to a clock repair shop. The clockmaker was so booked that his next appointment to repair his (Mike’s) clock is two years hence. Right! A hell of a profession. Not too many (clock guys) around? But! I described my problem using Mike’s clock as an example. Voila! He handed me a part and told me how to install it. It didn’t work! Yeah, yeah. But I pieced it together. I improvised. When in doubt, make it up. I did. It works! It ticks! I still don’t believe it. It chimes. It ticks. Damn! And my cats? As soon as the cabinet opened they climbed in and out.
PS – this clock works with heavy weights not a key wind. The weights are a good 15 lbs each. After three hours of running peacefully, one of the weights crashed to the bottom of the cabinet. After disassembly, the darned runs like clockwork. And! It chimes! And it’s off by about 5 minutes/hour. Hey! I never expected it to be perfect. It ticks!
Here’s a technical challenge. You don’t “stage” cats. They simply don’t pose. Ever! They sit. You get what you get. It’s an utter mess (in our house). They sit separately. They have messy backgrounds. They are not both in focus (at the same time). On and on, you get the idea. These are outtakes except that sometimes is superseded by the memory of what was “almost.” There are things Photoshop cannot help. You’d never see nuthin’ if I were to wait for the pic to happen.
She does odd things. Her head is out through the rails of the chair. She’s quite alright. No harm was caused in takin this pic. Cute! We’ve come a long way. Earlier Elle was camera shy. As soon as a she saw a camera, Elle would run. Now, she’s like my kids. Resigned.
My camera sits on the counter. Yup, so does the phone. Each day I try to take a few pictures. Some days there are more than others. The cats are always about. They kind of watch over me. They like to know where I am.
We play a game. Sometimes I chase them into the basement through the cat door. A few minutes later curiosity overcomes fear and they return to check on what I’m doing. They like to hang out and nap when I’m in the office. Other times they are napping in designated spots of their choosing. Each has a rug or a basket that is a favorite spot. I bet you care and needed to know this. Anyway, I got three out of five today. Hey! Did I tell you we keep going to the pet shop for food? We get tempted by the little rescue kitties every time. Thankfully we don’t see rescue dogs.
Got cats? They’re curious. Right?
The result of a recent foray into the antique shops was a cane rocker. They vary in price. This one was $20, the low end, a bargain. It’s small, probably fit for a child. Ah! We had one in mind when we got it. It will be a perfect reading rocker. Of course, once we placed the chair in our home, the cats were immediately curious. Two parked themselves under it. Elle parked over the top. They sat content as the cat that ate the canary. Once satisfied, the cats have ignored the rocker since. There is an understanding. We get stuff. They approve.
Curiosity killed the cat. Ha! I heard that as a kid. It didn’t take – as in – I never paid attention. But indeed, my cats like to get into everything. Sometimes they have to work at it. They can slide open the bathroom door, a neat trick. And then, they can slide open the shower door, a neat trick too. There is always a caveat. One of the cats who favors dripping shower water also throws up whenever he drinks it. Great! Now I was cleaning out my dresser. Huh? Not me, I’m a pack rat. But yes, I got motivated. And yes, you have to be a curious cat to jump into the drawer. Later on, this same? cat got locked into the storage closet. Yes, I got her out later when I went looking. Yup, she slipped behind her mistress and hid away. And yes, I am on to her and did not wait too long to seek her hide.
No sooner did I post the above, I found this in the archive stack. Same cat? Who knows? I can’t tell the sisters apart unless I see them fully or I feel their fur. There are tells, but, it ain’t easy. Hide away, little one.
We took a bus around to some viewpoints along the Grand Canyon. At one stop there were elk grazing right by the stop. We did not get off the bus. So many things to see, too little time. Drat! I thought I could see them on the way back. No such luck. The bus did not stop there on its return trip. Double drat! I got lucky. In the parking lot was a male rubbing his antlers. He was there only mere feet away. And, I had my camera and my images! It’s off season. The elk don’t mind tourists. They trot along the roadways in groups. Yes, I got lots of shots. Yay!
It was through the kindness of strangers that I saw the big horn sheep. They were mere dots on the mountainside. It’s sheer cliff. The distance was at the limit of my big lens. Dots, they were just dots. But I saw them. And I got a shot(s). There was group of loud Korean tourists ahead of me later as we walked. I decided to return the kindness and pointed out the sheep. They could not see them nor could they see them even when I pointed. I pulled out the trusty iPhone and enlarged the image. Immediately one of the men walked forward toward the cliff as he pointed excitedly to his companions. Oh my! I pulled him back and told (gestured to) him not to fall off the cliff. He grinned … and held back. Yeah, I wondered, if no good deed goes unpunished.