Husband and I often spend our evenings pondering deep subjects, like our cats. Here is what we came up with last night. We were thinking mainly about our youngest cat, Millie, who loves her life and is so joyous. Think I Enjoy Being a Girl.
I’m a cat and by me that is only great! I am proud that my tail is swishy. That I walk with a panther-like grace and charm, and my cat toys are soft and squishy.
When I have a brand new grocery bag, that I hide in and lie real flat, Then I swipe at their feet and bite their toes. I enjoy being a cat.
I sharpen my claws on Mom’s new purse, Then she tells me to run and scat. So I knock all the pens down on the floor. I enjoy being a cat.
I’m strictly a long haired tortoiseshell, and my future I hope will be, on a cushion upon the window seat, with some nice cat nip to smell, cat nip to chew, catnip to eat, for me.
Who have you known who totally enjoyed being themselves. Tell some stories about animals or people you have known.
My favorite Twin Cities ice cream shop is not an ice cream shop. It’s a drugstore. It’s called St. Paul Corner Drug, located on the corner of Snelling and St. Clair Avenues. I remember when their ice cream cones cost 35 cents, but it’s been awhile since the price was that low. A single scoop cone is now an exorbitant $1.75. A cup of coffee, however, is still a nickel.
The store has a traditional soda fountain counter that dates to the 1920’s. There are always four flavors of ice cream. Traditional vanilla, chocolate or some variation on chocolate, and a fruit flavor of some kind. The fourth is anybody’s guess. Might be butter pecan or salted caramel, peppermint bon-bon, or some novelty flavor like bubblegum.
The counter sports several racks of magnets with humorous sayings, which you can peruse while enjoying your ice cream.
On the outside of the building, there is a water faucet. Beneath it you’ll find two stainless steel bowls filled with water for the neighborhood dogs, in the warm weather months. There’s also a table if you feel inclined to bring your ice cream outside so you can hang out with your pooch.
There is, of course, a pharmacy counter, but IMHO, the ice cream is the best medicine.
What’s your medicine of choice?
I scrubbed off all my temporary tattoos tonight. It’s official – the State Fair is over.
Most people I know don’t understand my love affair with the Great Minnesota Get Together and to be honest, it occasionally mystifies me a bit. But one of the things I do know is that I love getting temporary tattoos at the Fair. I got nine this year over my four days of attendance – 3 from the airbrush tattoo guy, 2 from Kemps, 2 from the AG building, 1 from the lamb building and my favorite, one of the emerald ash borer. There was a young man dressed up as an emerald ash borer at the DNR booth, trying to engage people about this new threat to ash trees and I felt sorry for him so I let him put his temporary tattoo alongside my others.
The airbrushed tattoos wear off the soonest (which is truly irritating, since they cost money) but over a week later, my free ones were still going strong. Every day last week I had to explain them at least twice a day to one or the other of my co-workers and today my book club members (my OTHER book club) wanted a full run down. It’s been my way of extending the Fair – however tentatively.
But tonight when I was closing a couple of windows (because it’s been getting chilly at night) I realized that it’s time to let this year Fair go and start dreaming of next year.
Do you have a tattoo? If you were to get one, what would you get?
The younger of our kitties, Nimue, came into the household 9 years ago like a whirlwind. She was into everything and the number of items that she wrecked was legion. Everyone told me that she would eventually settle down. Can somebody tell me WHEN?
I like to display my birthday cards along the top of the built-in buffet in the dining room. The picture above is what it looks like.
The picture below is what I came home to this afternoon. Nimue has lots of nicknames, but now she has another – DESTRUCTO KITTY.
What do you think makes a grown-up?
Well, the Trump supporting wife beater moved out of the house across the street taking his Trump sign with him. They are renting the house to his wife’s son and daughter in law, a young couple with a 2 or 3 year old girl, a cat, and a retriever-type dog. I had high hopes for them until the young man hung a large Confederate flag from the front of house.
The other day another neighbor and I spotted the girl, the cat, and the dog running around without any supervision. The girl was happy as could be running into the other yards, with the dog doing its own exploration and the cat lying down in the middle of the street. The neighbor grabbed the dog and the girl while I rang the doorbell to inform them that everyone was loose. The cat had already sauntered back to safety. The mom was mortified and thanked us profusely. The little girl had just learned to open the gate to the back yard, and took advantage of her new skill.
A day or so later, the dad came over while I was in the front yard. He again thanked me and said they were so grateful we had noticed their daughter and animals, and offered to do any heavy yard work I might need done as a thank you. I told him that wasn’t necessary, as what we did was just what neighbors do. He seemed puzzled about that. He didn’t seem to understand that neighbors help without expectation of recompence .He also spoke with a southern twang, so he is evidently not from around here.
I suppose I could have asked him to take down the flag, but if he doesn’t understand the concept of being neighborly, he might not have understood the request. I will just hope for other opportunities to show kindness.
What sort of flag would be a good response to the flag across the street? Tell about some of your more memorable neighbors.
I mentioned to YA that I have a trip to Maui in a few months. She told me I should “swing over” to Lana’i while I’m there to visit the Cat Sanctuary.
Lana’i isn’t that easy to “swing over” to but if it were just me, I’d head on over.
If money/space were no object, how many pets would YOU have?
Our tortie kitten has some perceptual misconceptions regarding mirrors. She is a determined little thing who loves to be with us, and who, if separated from us by a door or window, paws rapidly on whatever is in her way as though to scratch through it to get to us. Sometimes we even open the barrier to let her through. She does the same to mirrors, as though there is a room just beyond her reach. I notice this the most in the bathroom. She sits on the counter and paws and paws.
I suppose it is an easy mistake to make, since a mirror and window glass feel the same on her paws, and she can see things beyond both.
When have you wanted to be somewhere you couldn’t get to?