Almost Summer. Summer. Still Summer. Christmas. We have officially entered Still Summer. That’s without the heat index– not that that matters. Hardest hit? Poor Tiger.
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