You won’t believe it! Thunderstorm.
He’s looking much better this morning. Still having some difficulty navigating the world with his cone, but at least he’s figured out how to eat!
I posted last evening, and then deleted the post (SueK– thanks for your concern), about Tiger being in the hospital. He’s back on the Farm now, confined– cone & all– to the Workshop. Apparently, Tiger got into fight defending the joint from an intruder. His cheek was punctured in two places, and while the superficial
Because ghostsniper asked… . Tiger’s lovely three story condominium. INTERIOR: 1st story– kitchen and breakfast nook with vinyl flooring, enhanced by stabilizing brick. Split-level 2nd story– living and dining room with wall-to-wall carpet. 3rd story carpeted loft– overlooks dining room, scenic view of Big House’s back door, can serve as storm shelter. EXTERIOR: Cedar paneling
Tiger had an interesting day. Hey! If the distinguished Gerard Van der Leun can put up They said, “If you get a cat you’ll become obsessed.” I said, “Nonsense.” I can put up a post about Tiger’s day. Not that I can’t post whatever I want, just sayin’. The cat video is hilarious. Ghostsniper’s folk psychological
Before Daughter C and the J-Man tuck you into bed this evening, I want you to get down on your knees and pray to the Lord that this scruffy little cat finds a sweet little Israeli child and her family to nurse him back to health, and give him a chance at a better life. Then thank
That’s a pigeon up on the roof. A city-dwelling flying rat pigeon. I know that it does not look much like a pigeon, but trust me, it’s the same city-dwelling flying rat pigeon that was sitting in the driveway yesterday. Gosh, I hope Tiger doesn’t get it!
Due to circumstances beyond his control, Tiger has had to spend a few nights out in the wild– i.e., not in his air conditioned workshop. For the past few nights he’s had to repel the evil forces of stray/feral cats from his perch in his luxury condominium on the patio. We’ve heard the howls. This
I did some reading today. You?
We’re just one big Redneck family! Welcome, Tiger!
Like Tiger, I am a peaseable person. I’m a get along, go alone sort. Nothing much upsets me. I seldom utter curse words. I go with the flow. But I’d be Gol-danged. Sum of a son’s mother I could not find my little recipe notebook in which are the KEY recipes from my misspent youth.
was a bust. Awful. Hardly worth writing about. Certainly not worth a pic. It was billed as “Marica’s Veggie Surprise” on account of the fact that when Mr. Big Food pressed me Sunday morning for the name of Marica Cooks Monday’s dish I had nothing. Calling nothing a surprise seemed honest. Surprise! I’m going to
a bunny! ~~ April Fools!
Daughter C is a good drawer. And at risk of sounding trite, all is well. ~~ Folks who like history and like to think they are smart and like to quote old Ben Franklin’s line: “a republic, if you think you can keep it” don’t know much history. Here’s the thing: Ben never had to try
It is just after 9am central time and I have taken Bebe & Gilbert out, taken Bebe out, taken Rocky and Missy on a fine walk to the peninsula and lower woods, taken Missy & Gil on a jaunt to the leaning tree, played ball in the front yard with both Gilbert & Beatrix, and
Today I will wrap up Marica Cooks Monday and introduce a new topic or two for discussion: But keep the old! One is black & white and the other sort of greyish and brownish with green eyes.
Ever keen to what’s happening on the street scene, I am responding to some low level grumbling before things get testy. As you know, Tiger joined our “One Big Redneck Family” in May, 2015. We nursed him back to health, un-crossed his eyes, and neutered him– leaving him defenseless. We built him a Condo on
Our neighbor dog, Tracker, came over for a visit and Tiger parked himself in a tree. What more is there to say? (Taken with the zoooooooom on my camera at full throttle.)
“Pardon me, Marica. Do you have a moment?” “For you, always, Missy.” “RUFF!” “And of course for you, too, Rocky! What up, Chief?” “ruffff.” “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself, boy. What’s up, Missy?” “I wonder– not because I particularly care, but just because I wonder– is that feline warm and safe enough? I see on
I took the boys on a walk this morning. They had a great time! Seriously. I swear that Tiger has some dog in him. Or… maybe, since he was young when we found him and he only interacted with Rocky & Missy, he imprinted on them. Don’t look at me like that. It’s possible.