Fri 29 Sep 2006
Posted in This, that and the other, What is a Good Cat?
at 22:33
Pat took care of granddaughter Diana 4 days this week, but not the same 4 days as usual. She likes Monday-Tuesday and Thursday-Friday, but this week it was Tuesday through Friday.
So she would have been tired anyway, but 28-month-old Diana did not want to nap this afternoon either, so they were playing inside the house and out in the yard, and at last the little girl was ready to lie down…except her father was going to pick her up in just a few minutes…meaning that it was a tired and cranky Diana who went home with daddy Jack.
And Pat went back inside, tired but smiling from a memory of Diana dancing around in the back yard, waving her arms and calling out, “I butterfly! I butterfly!” And, looking forward to spending next Monday with an amazing baby girl…
When the baby goes home on Friday, I can bring out the laptop and set it up in the family room, knowing that it doesn’t have to be put away all weekend. I pulled Diana’s small desk over to the love seat and opened the Dell on top of it, plugging in the computer and booting it up. While it went through the boot sequence, I went upstairs to change into Friday night cocooning clothes, with a brief pause by the sofa to give Mr. Kelly a quick tummy rub. He looked comfortable, with his front paws stretched across a red fleece blanket. Still, before leaving the room I spread his favorite soft gold blanket across the seat of his (formerly my) recliner, just in case he decided to move.
After putting on the warm, soft clothing, I went back downstairs and saw that Kelly had indeed decided to move while I was gone.
But not to the recliner with the gold blanket. Nope…
…instead, he was sprawled across the seat of the love seat. The same love seat where I had planned to sit…
So in case you wondered about the difference between a good cat and a Good Cat… a good cat is supposed to get lots of rest. However, a cat who leaves one comfortable spot and ignores another comfortable spot in order to lay claim to the one spot in the room where his human was planning to sit — now, that’s a Good Cat.
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Posted in Cats, Friday Cat Blogging
at 0:05
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Thu 28 Sep 2006
Posted in Cats
at 20:53
Just wanted to let you know that one of the Good Cats’ other pages has been updated. It’s a Good memory of Lizzie and her affinity for art appreciation, and it’s just around the cybercorner at “What a Good Cat!”
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Wed 27 Sep 2006
Posted in The Good things in life
at 0:05
Granddaughter Diana gets her feet wet in a driveway puddle after a late summer rain.
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Tue 26 Sep 2006
Posted in Cats
at 21:40
A friendly mum in Devon says her idea of heaven is two ginger cats named Eric and Flynn.
(Hmm… the meter sort of breaks down near the end. I’d better link to the site and the song (47 Ginger-headed Sailors) to which it’s alluding. fans of the TV show House — hear Hugh Laurie sing!)
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Posted in Cats, What is a Good Cat?
at 21:00
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A hallmark of felinity (no, wait, that phrase already has been taken)… OK then, a characteristic of catliness is the ability to sleep most anywhere. Here’s kitty cousin Shiloh (remember, I just posted about him and his brother Casey) showing you that a Good Cat sleeps wherever he so desires.
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Mon 25 Sep 2006
Posted in Summer Vacation
at 0:05
Like last Monday’s report, this summer vacation report also comes from HersheyPark. Late in the afternoon, as we were getting ready to go home, a mallard hen decided to move her ducklings, and never mind the dozens of people she and they would pass along the way.
The peepers stayed close to the mother duck, crossing the brick sidewalk and making their way across the grass…
…and toward a busy road winding through the park. A bus was coming. Would she try to lead them across? Would the bus be able to stop?
Yes and (fortunately) yes. The bus braked and the hen turned back, and then the bus continued. But as soon as it was past, mother duck started across again. This time, she got about halfway across when a car approached them.
The car slowed and stopped, and remained stopped until the last duckling had leaped from the pavement onto the curb on the other side.
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