I think I need to get traffic cones.
It appears that Athena has reconciled herself to the Texas-sized throw-rug. She has also discovered, as cats are wot to do, that by flopping in this corner, she can obstruct traffic between the kitchen, living room, den, and library.
No matter what happens, the cat will find a way. She also gets drive-by petting.
I really do think I need to pick up a set of those little traffic cones that they use when teaching pre-schoolers how to ride tricycles.
I have no idea how many times Sib and I heard that growing up. We’d hesitate in the middle of the doorway, either looking at something or trying to make up our mind if we wanted to go out or stay out or come in, and MomRed’s voice would echo down the hallway, ‘Go or come. Don’t be a cat in the doorway!” We heard it almost as often as “Close the icebox door! You’re letting all the cold air out.” Continue reading
notably a combination of other people’s field trips, a concert (mine), and prepping for a meeting, real content will resume tomorrow.
ExCUZE me! I was napping here.
I’m taking up a collection for the relief of the Venetian Blinds… Are you using that really large and well-padded cat bed? Can I try it? Just to see if it fits, that’s all.
The small, patches-of-colors rug that held down the floor in the family room at Redquarters reached the point of replacement, or so Mom and Dad Red said. I hadn’t noticed. I just vacuumed it and swept out from under it. Mom and Dad went rug shopping, found an option and placed an order. Said rug was supposed to be small-ish, say 3′ X 6′, and mostly serve to keep the ottoman from scratching the laminate floor. They paid for the small rug and waited.
The new rug arrived. It was installed.
Wait, you say. Install a throw rug? What? Continue reading
The blog post originally scheduled for today has been postponed due to long editing time and authorial foolishness. I accidentally left the main page at Amazon’s KDP uploading site and lost half an hour’s work.
Because sometimes facepaw is just not enough.
Yes, I know better. I need to add some additional material and check a climatology reference before the glacier post goes live.
On the up-side, the steampunk fantasy Language of the Land should be available today or tomorrow. An engineer discovers magic. What could possibly go wrong? A lot, if you are a tyrant.
And someone is not thrilled about being on a vet-ordered weight loss diet . . .
A cat can dream…
My (and Athena’s) bedroom reached critical fur last week. I have mild dust and dander allergies, more dust than dander. I have to really clean everything at least once every three months, as well as dusting surfaces on a weekly basis. But I had not cleaned Under The Bed for a while. Then I had to fish something out and observed that the carpet had aged from light tan to dark grey. Continue reading
Redquarters has become a kitten playground, or at least the garden has. A few weeks ago DadRed noticed two mostly white kittens having a grand old time in the corner back flowerbeds, playing hide-and-find, batting at waving stems, leaping over dormant plants, and generally being kittens. They departed after a few minutes, but returned the next day. And the next. And the next.
Since Gato-del-Diablo (GdD) disappeared in November, we have had relative few outdoor cats passing by. Now granted, any cat with a lick of sense will not sit on a wall, exposed to the north wind, when it is 5 degrees F with a wind chill of “GeeeEEEEEEEzuz! D-mn, it’s cold!” Doughball has waddled through on occasion, and a slender brown tabby who likes to perch on my bedroom windowsill and watch Athena. Continue reading