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Dinner is served

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I am reminded of the twin lions in front of the New York Public library on Fifth Avenue. Disregard the messy table. Every mealtime – without a word – the girls gather on the table to eat with us. The other cats were trained not to climb upon the table. The girls are ten percenters (they claim 10% of everything I eat). They are shameless but not pushy. They patiently await and will even go away if I don’t offer anything. It’s just that swishing tails are distracting when you are trying to eat.

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Outdoor Activity

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The cats were never really outdoor cats. So this summer was the great experiment. I let them out on the deck to roam (supervised). Willow is still shy. (He was left outside in the heat one day. Sorry!) Everyone else likes a little outdoor time. Patch eats grass. In a previous incarnation he was a cow. The grass is growing as a weed in one of the containers. He’s fine with that. Everyone else likes the fresh air too.


Badness…mucho

img_5354Pulled the bathroom curtain down

Ate the rose

Unrolled the toilet paper and made confetti

Flipped the pan – ate the pear tart

Lifted the roll top door – chewed the bag – ate the cat treats

Opened the bi-fold doors and ate cat food – food coma

Opened the laundry room door – jail break

Tormented Elle

Climbed on the table when we eat

Climbed on the table and escaped with grilled cheese sandwich

The list goes on and bad behavior will continue. More to follow… With a cute face like this, can you really be mad?


Gothic

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It reminds me of American Gothic. Sorry, it’s not too similar. But…it fits for me. They pose. I shoot. Everyone is happy. These days happy is good.


Equal Billing

I have developed a spontaneous style. I write off the top of my head. Ha! Short attention span. What catches my eye is my subject. And I’m not too good at detail. So to go and find another picture…not me. There are five cats – two sets of twins. Well, they are alike enough to be pretty much identical. And Patch and Willow are hard for me to distinguish unless I’ve got them side by side. Elle is easier. She’s aloof…or shy. Shy! So it is a trick to get her. She runs when she sees my camera. (See the hand) But they deserve equal billing lest someone think that I have favorites… Ha!


Done

 

The sky did not fall. 52 million voters got what they wanted. I know at least two Republican women (who voted for DT) who agree the man is an asshole. Yes! Absolute. But, he’s our fearless leader. Let’s hope we don’t go to hell in a hand basket. Last weekend we entertained two Republicans who voted for DT and another was Libertarian. They simply said, “Not Hillary.” Be careful what you wish for. He’s in. We’re out. Tomorrow, the march. There’s not much hope for sanity or civility. My friends were my friends before and will remain so. I’m shaking my head. They got what they voted for. What? You can’t shake your head and take it back. Both of them are women. Both know what they did. They acknowledge his foibles. Grope me. They didn’t care. “Not Hillary.” What a tactical mistake the Dems made. Someone keeps whispering, “I told you so.” Yup…


Good Morning

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I can’t leave well enough alone. Most people who know me would agree. It’s my fate. I tempt it. We had a good environment with three nutty kitties. Characters, one and all, they and I – me and them, we had an understanding… But we go into the pet store to buy food… And right there were a pair of sisters waiting to be adopted – rescue kitties. Too cute! Darn! They got me. The one on the right hopped right up and put her paw through the cage and patted me. Yup! Let me out! Her or me? First day, first morning, they were sleeping atop one another in the sink. It wasn’t hard. I put a towel down inside. Welcome to the world. Now… to see if the others get along and welcome them?


Cats

We stay in Airbnb now. Rooms for less with a whole lot more charm. They are all different. Neighborhoods and accommodations vary a lot. Some are more interesting. Some are a bit scary. In this particular place the owner left her cats behind and we were tasked with feeding them. No problem. I can do this. I have cat experience. They were friendly and curious and tried to get outside. The sign at the door warned – no matter how much they beg, do not let them out!


Sometimes When We Touch

It’s a song title. I’ve been hoping that Lulu and Casi will be friends. Lulu was all fur flying and hissing when Casi walked through the door. Jealousy?! I think so. I was Lulu’s human. And she was not sharing. At this point they coexist. The share space. They have divided me up. One or the other will hang near me. At night one sleeps close by to my right, the other to my left. Yes, they sleep on the bed. It happens after a while… Casi prefers to sleep under the covers. She feels safer.

There are encounters. And even some playful cuffing goes on. I do not think I will ever get a portrait of the two of them together sharing in any gossip. I belong to them. They share. But they are not happy about it. I will therefore stop short of discussing the Muslim belief here that you can have up to four wives. Did you know? They rotate. The first wife goes in order to make room for the fifth. That is how they get around the limit. Cats! I’m still waiting for them to be smiling in the same image together.


Failed

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The experiment lasted until evening. Then I tested the waters and Bidi left. She’s much happier. So much for my theory about being out in 100 degree weather with a fur coat – it hot! Right? I think that she might have come around. But hey!

Meanwhile, I’m back to Lulu and Casi. Suddenly they get along better. Imagine that. Neither cat disliked Bidi. But seemingly the inside cats are closer since Bidi left. Bidi is back outside and lurks by my door to await food. We’re all good around here. You can’t win ’em all. Some days you get the bear and some days the bear gets you.