Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts

Sunday, December 18, 2016

A Cat in a Flower Pot


By golly! Miss Molly, whatever are you doing?

As always, Molly the Cat ignored my question.

I watched her jump into the pot, sniff as she turned 360 degrees inside it, then climbed so daintily out of it.


Molly the cat and I were doing our morning round of the front yard. I was curious to see how well the plants fared in this morning's frost. A few plants in the shade sported soft ice similar to what's in a shaved-ice cone.

What was Molly curious about?

I saw two dove feathers near the tree, which means that a neighborhood cat successfully caught himself a bird that morning. Molly may have picked up his scent. She looked to have lost it a few feet from the flower pots.

Life is good that I can start my day like this.


I'm linking up today with All Seasons, a meme hosted by Jesh at Artworks from Jeshstg. Click here to join or  to check out other participants.



Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Uh-toot!


"We can't store the persimmons in the garage," I said to the Mama and the Husband at the lunch table one day. "There's an uh-toot."

The Mama laughed.

"What's that?" the Husband asked.

"A mouse," I said. Most likely I shuddered. Rodents give me the creeps.  "Uh-toot in Ilocano means mouse. Right, Mama?"

"Uh-taut," said Mama. "You have a funny pronunciation."

"Uh-toot," I said.

"Uh-taut."

"Uh-toot," said the Husband. "She's saying the same thing."

The Mama smiled.

"Uh-toot," I said. "Be careful. If you say Ah-toot, you're talking about a fart."

That conversation happened a few years back. Recently, I learned that the Ilocano word for mouse is bau, which I never heard the Mama or the Daddy use. I also found out that the spelling for fart is o-t-o-t. 

The Mama considered mice as farts. Giggle.


Today is the letter U at ABC Wednesday. Click here to join in and/or check out what other participants are sharing.  Thank you, ABCW team!

Monday, November 21, 2016

A Sunday Drive in November


Yesterday afternoon, the Husband and I safely exited the highway onto a road that led us briefly through a magical eucalyptus forest.

We zigged and zagged up hill and down dale along vaguely familiar roads to a small town where an artisan's holiday fair was happening. Shall we turn left or right? One way or the other we'd find our destination. We could've taken the direct route. But, where's the fun in that?

We wouldn't have come across two young deer quietly and delicately making their way up a hillside. It was almost like they were holding their breath as they walked. Were they afraid we would see them?

The Husband stopped the car and opened his window so I could quickly take a photo of the young deer. It wasn't until I was fiddling with this photo that I noticed a creature in the brush above him. At first I thought it was a bobcat or a coyote. Would the deer have gone so slowly if it was either creature?  It turned out it was another deer.


I'm glad the Husband and I went out into the world yesterday.

Today, I'm linking up with All Seasons and Our World Tuesday. I hope you check both memes out.  Peace and joy to you all.







Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Personality


"You're a sweet cat," the Husband said.

"I am not," said Molly the Cat.

"Yes, you are."

"I am not."

"A very sweet kitty cat."

"I am not! I'm a lion!"

  
"I'm a tiger!"


"I'm a panther!"

 
"M-m-m-o-w-w-w-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!"

"So there, Mister the Husband."


Missy Molly by Golly and I are performing the letter P for ABC Wednesday. Giggle. Purrrrrrr. 
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Friday, September 16, 2016

Friday's Hunt v2.12


The cues for this week are: 1) Starts with L   2) Week's Favorite   3) Critter

Looky there, it's our critter, Molly the Cat. She was completely in zen lick, lick, licking herself clean and pretty.  How could that not be my favorite photo of the week?


Friday's Hunt is a weekly meme hosted by Teresa at Eden Hills. To check out other participants, please click here. If you'd like to join, you can until Sunday evening.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

It's Elementary, My Dear.

"Make an effort."

This morning I read that line in Emma: A Modern Retelling by Alexander McCall Smith). I felt like the character, and the author, was talking to me.  

Please make an effort, Susie. 

The Mama said it another way about herself when she felt tired, which was every day for her last several years. Plain and simple, she used to say, "I push myself."

After we buried the Mama this past April, the Only and Older Brother said to me, "Keep on living."

I scoffed at what the Only and Older Brother said. Of course, I'd keep on living. Why would I not? Lately, though, honesty keeps trying to surface. Drat that honesty. For that matter, dang to introspection, rumination, and heart-searching that show up in my dreams.

Sigh.

So, this is my effort today for the letter E for this week's ABC Wednesday: a story that I shared three years ago (April 5, 2013) about an amazing thing that reminded me of the wonderful effortlessness of life.

Flying with the Eagles

The Loneliest Road in America truly sums up the stretch of U.S. Route 50 through central Nevada. I had no idea Nevada had so many desert valleys until I drove this national highway.  You get over one mountain range and voila! It's deja vu—another endless valley floor with a mountain range staring from afar.

In the late 1980s, the First Husband and I decided to drive cross-country, from San Francisco to New York. However, the first day of our adventure began with a dental emergency and a pain that would eventually make itself known as cancer for the First Husband. After several days of checking with doctors, we got in our red Mazda pick-up truck and headed east, with an open mind that we would turn back at Denver if the First Husband did not feel well.

I don't remember how we decided to take U.S. 50 rather than the more direct U.S. 80 through Nevada to Utah. Most likely it was the romantic notion of driving the Pony Express Route. Those poor fellows. Miles of dust behind them and miles of dust before them. Still, if I had lived during that era, I would've wanted to have been a Pony Express rider. As it was, I did imagine myself a modern one as I drove us through eastern central Nevada. Instead of the U.S. mail, I was delivering the First Husband to several places in the United States where we could research the life of his father, a first generation Korean American who had dedicated himself to Korean independence from Japanese rule, as well as to spreading the Christian word. But, that's a tale for another day.

As we approached the Utah border in the Great Basin desert, the First Husband was napping in the passenger seat. Not too long after passing the sign welcoming us to  Utah, I saw two huge birds standing in the lane up ahead. As we got closer, I saw that they were nipping at a carcass on the ground. One bird glanced up at our advancing truck.

"Husband! Husband!" I slowed down, but continued driving forward. They were bold and handsome eagles. Young ones, I think. I was almost upon them as they positioned themselves for take off.

One eagle opened its wingspan. It seemed to be as long as the width of the front of the truck.

"Husband!"

The First Husband woke up in time to see us driving between two gliding eagles before they soared upwards into the sky. 



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Monday, August 8, 2016

Happy Birthday to Our Molly!


Molly the Cat is six years old today. According to her adoption paperwork, that is.

Molly doesn't like cake. But, we do. So, the Husband drove to the bakery to buy a slice each of chocolate cake and lemon cake for him and me to share. What's a birthday without cake, right?

Molly got an extra pouch of chicken breast and beef mix. She licked her plate clean after eating both pouches.

She's a big girl now, our sweet Molly.


I'm hooking up with Seasons, a meme hosted by blogger and artist Jesh. Click here to check other Seasons participants.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Pay Attention to Me!


Last night, Molly the Cat plopped in front of me and stretched as far as she could.

"You will do no more computer work," Molly said, thumping her tail on the keyboard whenever I reached for it. "None what so ever."

The Husband and I were gone the whole day, playing with friends at the coast. It was a kayaking adventure, perfect for the hot summer day. Not to worry, the Husband and Gerry the Pacemaker stayed ashore. Once the Husband can handle it, I have plans for us to go kayaking.

Molly the Cat simply has to get used to us going out, and I have to get used to her cutting me off from the computer on those going-out days.


Today, I'm linking up at Seasons, a weekly meme hosted by Jeanette of St Germain's Blog. Click here to join in (which is open until Wednesday) or to read other posts.


Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Getting Her Jollies


Tweeeet! Tweeeeeet!

Translation:  Hurry, hurry! Get away, get away!

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp! Chirp, chirp, chirrrrrrrrrrp!

Translation: What was that? What does she want? I'm hungry! 

Molly the Cat smiles. Lips smack. Tail swishes.

Translation: Mmmmmmmmmmmm. 

Molly settles in the wet grass, beneath the bird feeder. She watches the feeder swing back and forth and listens to the rustling of leaves as the little birds make their way up the tree.

Not to worry little birds. Molly the Cat loves to stalk you, crouch low, and pounce towards the tree. That's it though. She has no idea that she's supposed to catch you.  She's merely getting her jollies for the morning.

Tweeet, tweet, chirpppp, chirrp, tweet!

Swishhhhhhh!


Molly the Cat and I are linking up with ABC Wednesday, hosted by Roger Green and the ABCW team. Click here to check out what other participants are writing about the letter J and/or to participate yourself.  


We're also hooking up with Warm Heart Wednesday, hosted by Jenny Matlock of Off on My Tangent. Click here to check our this other delightful weekly meme.


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Dog and the Red Ball



The dog looked so happy fetching a red ball.  Its owner looked quite happy, too, throwing the red ball and getting it back.

Ruff ruff!


Check out what's going on in other parts of the world at Our World Tuesday

 

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Doves on Roof



Coooo. Coooo.

The sound took me away from the computer. I walked down the hall and glanced out the window.

Coooo. Coooo. 

Two of 'em.

See how the dove on the left looks at the other one. Someone is in love.

Coooo. Coooo.


I'm hooking up with Warm Heart Wednesday, hosted by the wonderful Jenny Matlock.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

Squirrel!


Did you ever see the movie Up, the animated movie about the old man who ran away by tying balloons to his house and flew to a waterfall in South America? He and his companion, a stowaway Cub Scout, met a mechanical dog by the waterfall. The very intelligent speaking dog got sidetracked every so often by squirrels and when he thought he saw one, he'd suddenly turn and say, "Squirrel!" Well, that's me. 


Saturday, January 16, 2016

Eden Hills' Friday Hunt v1.3

The Friday's Hunt, a photo meme hosted by Teresa of Eden Hills, is a lot fun.  She gives you three items to photograph each week, and you can choose to do one, two, or three of them.  I had a photo last week that would've been perfect for all three items this week. Oh well.

Starts with C


I've decided to use my archives for the alphabet item. I took the photo of this cow in November 2014 during a hike with the Husband. Moooooooo.


Week's Favorite


The Only and Older Brother surprised us with a visit on Sunday. He brought BBQ for lunch, so I'll excuse him for not waving to the camera. I did get him to smile. Just as good. (Yes, that's a smile.)


Inside


One of my goals this year is to reduce the clutter in the house. Everywhere. Everything. So far I've accomplished sorting and organizing the business cards and library cards that I like to collect. Baby steps, but at least they are forward steps.  We're supposed to have rain over the next several days. You know what that means.


Okey-dokey. You can link up until Sunday evening, if you'd like to participate in the hunt. For more details or to check out the other participants, click here.


Monday, December 28, 2015

Squirrel.


I was going to say that the Husband and I met a Mr. Squirrel at the beach this afternoon. But, he could've been a Ms. Squirrel. I wonder if there's a way to tell the gender of a squirrel. Who knows how many female squirrels I may have offended in the past.


Monday, December 21, 2015

Persimmons!


The Mama's persimmon tree gave us an abundant crop this year. We're sharing the fruit on the top branches with the birds and squirrels. I told them to leave the lower branches for us. So far, so good.




Friday, December 4, 2015

Bark, Bark! Hooooooowwwwwwl!


A cute huge puppy lives next door. Whenever his humans go to work, they put him in his kennel outside. That is near our kitchen window.

Bark, Bark! Hooooooowwwwwwl!

All day.

The puppy has gotten better about barking and howling less. And, as long as I'm on the other side of our house, I can tolerate his whines and demands to be brought back inside the house. But, there are times when my patience wears thin.

The Mama told me to be nice and not tell them about the barking and howling.  What about them being nice, I said.

His humans are nice people. A young couple. The Husband and I talked with them a couple of weeks ago. It turned out they are aware of the puppy's barking and howling. We were the third neighbor to inform them.

The puppy's humans are doing their best to resolve the problem.  At least, I hope so.

I do feel sorry for the puppy being out in the elements during the day. Still.

Bark, Bark! Hooooooowwwwwwl!



Saturday, November 7, 2015

Eau de Fried Steak


Lately, I've been using a facial cream made up of tallow from grass-fed cows and organic extra-virgin olive oil. Every time I rub the stuff into my face, I think of fried steak. Yummmm. That's the smell of the cream. And, that's what my face smells like.

The Husband has no sense of smell. Poor guy. He doesn't get to smell how deliciously like fried steak I am.

Why am I using this yummy eau de fried steak? I have a horrible case of facial eczema and experts say that tallow fat mimics human skin, has minerals that help heal and protect the skin, and has natural cleansing and anti-inflammatory properties. It's too early to say if eau de fried steak is working.

No. I haven't been eating a lot of fried steak lately. But, I do think about it each time I apply eau de fried steak on my face.

P.S. Tilda-Hilda and I did a quick pedal around the neighborhood this morning. I totally got myself out of breath. Maybe, I'll talk myself—and the Husband—into pedaling to an estate sale that's going on downtown.



Sunday, October 4, 2015

Pigs are Flying


Over hurdles at the county fair, these sweet little cuties were.

I was going to brag about my ribbons today. Napped instead. Whatever mild bug I caught several days ago is nearly gone. Maybe I'll show off tomorrow. 


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Cows Outstanding in Pumpkins


I didn't know cows ate pumpkins. I wonder if they might like pumpkin pie.

Moooooooooooo. 


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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Brilliant!

This is making my day, big time. Hope it brightens yours.

I have no idea who the creator. Who ever you are, Thank you!!!!