Tag Archives: cat

Monk, Imperious King of the Bed

24 Apr

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Monk. April 2017. Alexandra Hanson-Harding.

Monk. April 2017. Alexandra Hanson-Harding.

135Journals Art Corner #20

8 Nov You're So Square. Art Project #20. From my Journal. Alexandra Hanson-Harding
You're So Square. Art Project #20. From my Journal. Alexandra Hanson-Harding

You’re So Square. Art Project #20. From my Journal. Alexandra Hanson-Harding

Caturday, March 28, 2015: Cat v. Dog. You don’t need to ask who’s going to win.

28 Mar



My friend, bella Evelyn, currently living in Milan, Italy, where she is learning how to become a famous shoemaker–remember her name–took time from her busy days of leather-cutting and last-making and pattern-doing or whatever magical things she does to make actual shoes from scratch to send me this inspirational dog v. cat video. It reminds one of the power of NO. Sometimes, one does not have to engage in battle. One merely has to retain one’s elegant hauteur in the face of bluster, growling, and vulgar threats. Also, notice the power of a stony glare. That dog did not dare to come close to the cat as the kitty silently turned its head and stared straight at the pup. Excellent body language. Well done, Madame Cat, and many thanks to the lovely Evelyn of Milan.

Writing Prompt: When you fight, are you more of a growler or a glarer?

Caturday, March 14, 2015: How Old Are You, Anyway?

14 Mar
A certain feline nephew of mine dares you to guess his age

A certain feline nephew of mine dares you to guess his age

We all know how old our dogs are in human years, but what about cats? This handy-dandy article will give you the heads up you need to know if she’s being a pissy teenager or a cranky old dame. http://cats.about.com/cs/healthissues/a/agechart.htm. Or a mellow whatever, for that matter.

Writing Prompt: How old do YOU feel in human years???

Caturday: Feel Better, Pixel!

1 Mar Pixel, in pixels, rocks his pawprint blankie even when he's sick. Photo by Beatrice Schafroth.
Pixel, in pixels, rocks his pawprint blankie even when he's sick. Photo by Beatrice Schafroth.

Pixel, in pixels, rocks his pawprint blankie even when he’s sick. Photo by Beatrice Schafroth.

This is Pixel, who is animal-lover and Facebook friend Beatrice Schafroth’s very cute cat. She (Beatrice) shared this sad but adorable picture and I begged her to let me use it, which she kindly did. Unfortunately, Pixel is a little under the weather right now. So Beatrice took him to the vet and shared this update:
“Pixel has a nasty ear infection and a viral cold. He still has some fever. Unfortunately he also has a heart rumor, (murmur?) which I think he is born with. Hopefully he will outgrow that one. We are taking care of his ear infection with allopathic medicine for now, but I am boosting his immune system with homeopathy. He is so happy to be back home and is keeping warm under a comfy down blanket.” It sounds as if Pixel is one of the lucky kitties who will get all the TLC he deserves–in addition to his stylish paw-print blanket!

Writing Prompt: How do you help the creatures who need you?

Caturday, January 17, 2015. In? or out?

17 Jan Smokey the cat wants to go out
Smokey the cat wants to go out

Smokey wants to go out

Love you guys. Thanks for getting out of your comfy bed and hobbling over to open the door to let me in. It’s been a great five minutes. I jumped on your bed and allowed you to enjoy my elegance and rub my belly. I viciously attacked and conquered a plastic bag in the loudest, most crinkling manner possible. I managed to get a toy mouse wedged somewhere under the bed. But I’ve got some plans. That nap on the laundry pile in the basement isn’t going to take itself. So could you please open the door? I’m not going to whine or anything, but I’ll just stand here flicking my tail, right next to the door, giving you that half-sweet, half-desperate look that says, “Litter box.” You know I can hypnotize you if you look into my eyes, right? Get up. Get up. Put that stupid book down. Don’t get comfortable. Get up. Let me out. I’ve got to get out. Now. Now. Now. Okay, you’re sitting up. Keep it moving, keep it moving. Ahhhhhh. I’m in the hall at last. But–what–you closed the door? You don’t WANT me on your soft, comfy bed? You don’t want me to have my lost mouse? You don’t love me anymore? Are you REJECTING me? I can’t take rejection. Let me in. Let me in. I’m not saying you HAVE to, but I’ll just stand here scratching the door until you come get me. Please????

Writing Prompt: Did you ever change your mind after you got what you want?

September Statistics, Part 1

2 Oct

Statistic for September, 2012, part 1

–average steps walked per day: 8236

–pairs of shoes bought in size triple E: 1

–Number of workdays husband has said, upon arrival home, “I’m gettin’ out of this monkey suit.”: all

–days garden and its inferiority to last year’s garden was discussed at length: 30

— breakfasts with Julie at ChitChat diner: 1

–score on Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease from Better Medicine on internet: 44 percent. (Nota Bene: is this possible sign of Cretuzfeldt-Jakob disease?)

–Podcasts on Concordat of Worms listened to: 1

–Amount understood: 12 percent (I believe Europe and popes were mentioned?)

–times cat gave me pathetic looks to go outside:115

–Times I let him: 50

–Times I am supposed to let him go outside: 0

–acupuncture needles stuck in body: approximately 100

–shots of artificial synovial fluid in arthritic knee: 3 per knee

–book read for book group: Wild, by Cheryl Strayed

–number of children sent off to college: 2

–disease I do not have: multiple sclerosis

–times we’ve seen Jacob since then: 3 (bonus: last time with purple hair).

–What has happened to hometown in Jacob’s eyes now that he is at college: shrunk.

–What Santa is not bringing Jacob: tattoo.

–Toastmasters Tall Tale contests won: 2

–Person whose lovely presence will be missed: Marge Springer.

Prompt: And how was YOUR September?