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13 Delightful D's for Me

Day's End.  That was how it looked yesterday at sunset. 

Disaster Rose.  What do you think of that for a protagonist's nickname?

David.  I've always liked that name. Solid, cheerful, thoughtful. Dave. Davey.  The Husband's surname means son of David. 


Debonair.  Cary Grant. George Clooney. The Husband. Humor is part of my definition of debonair.

Dig it.  Can you dig it? Hands, please, who said this once upon a time, with a straight face. I do like to dig in the yard, and I do a decent job of digging, I like to think.

Meet John Doe.   Recently the Husband and I watched Meet John Doe, a 1941 Frank Capra film starring Gary Cooper and Barbara Stanwyck with Walter Brennan. Good trembles into arms of Evil so it may survive, but eventually Good realizes it is not Evil and scrambles back onto the path of light.

The name John Doe doesn't make sense to me. I understand that it refers to a male with an unknown identity. Shouldn't it be John Buck then?


Daisy.  So heart…

13 C's I'm Liking

coffee.  This morning the Husband and I shared a chocolate old-fashioned doughnut to enjoy with our cups of black coffee. Happy smiles all around.

Cable.  I want us to get rid of our cable subscription. The Husband agrees it's too expensive for the few channels we watch. Will we? you ask. We will, I'm sure we will. The bigger question: When will we? Procrastinators are us.

ceramics.  When I was 19, my big dream was to own a bookstore with a ceramics workshop in the back. 

Cute.  The Husband says I'm cute. I tell him it's because he loves me. He says, "It's because you are cute."


chicken.  There are times when I think our representatives at the local, state, or national level of government are too chicken to make a stand one way or the other. Bwak, bwak

cooking.  I do that once a day, at least, most days. I like when it's a some day.

Coast-co.  "We're going to Costco," I would say to Mama.
"Where?" she would respond.
"Costc…

Molly's #19 Post

Miao, hello. Missus Lady says some of you have been asking about me, where am I? how am I? and all that.

I'm doing well, thank you for asking. Purrrrrrrrrr.  It's been too windy, too wet, or too cold to be outdoors, so I've been lazing on top of my carpeted perch.  Eating. Sleeping. Scratching. Licking myself clean. Repeat. Not always in that order. Miao.

Last week, my humans came home with new kind of dried food for me. I heard them say it contains probiotics, whatever that means. It's mighty tasty, for now. The old dried food was making me vomit. The food didn't used to do that. Someone must've messed with the recipe. Anyway, I like this new dried food, along with the new raw food that Hero Man says "Roar" whenever he serves it up.  Miao.

This morning while waiting for Missus Lady to stop playing on the sewing machine, I found her doodle of me and someone called Santa Lucia. I asked her to please do her magic so I can put it on my post. Just like…

Molly's Monday #18

Hullo. Missus Lady begged my pardon this morning and said she won't be joining me on the blog today. I told her my Christmas present to her is today's post. Purrrrrrrrrr.

I wandered around the backyard earlier for a few minutes. Brrrr. It's supposed to rain big-time today. That's a good Christmas gift, too. I can watch the world from the upstairs bedroom window. Purrrrrr.


My Humans are scurrying around the house, scanning shelves and cabinets, peeking into nooks and crannies, and opening boxes and drawers to find gifts for each other. This morning Missus Lady proposed that she and Hero Man exchange five gifts, to which he agreed. One gift had to be a coupon for something that costs nothing, while the other four gifts were things (not heavy nor large) that each found anywhere in the house, garage, and yards. Missus Lady says the fun and joy is in the hunt, along with the opening of surprises. Purrrrrrrrr.

A week ago, Missus Lady found a box of angel chimes among Hero Ma…

Some Things I Like

I like wandering the back roads of our area.

I like looking at the clock and seeing that it's not even 11:00 a.m. and I've accomplished a lot and if I want to accomplish more, I can.

I like moving things around in a room to find the sweet flow to it. The Husband and Molly the Cat, not so much. The Husband doesn't care for all the lifting, carrying, pushing, and pulling. I tell him it's exercise. Missy Girl simply dislikes the change, at first.

I wish I could do all the moving with my mind. Isn't there a term for that?

Yesterday I decided to move my sewing stuff to the other side of L Studio, and, in so doing, I discovered the fabric for my tunic that I've been wanting to sew for two years, but couldn't because, yeah, I had no idea where the material had gone. Hee-hee.

DRUMMER DUDE

I like the all-of-a-sudden, off-the-top-of-our heads, impromptu moments with the Husband. The other day I was throwing stuff in the green organic waste can  when my eyes glan…

Little Old Lady, Me. :-)

I felt like an old lady as I climbed the stairs a few hours ago. Old lady, pooped, that is, because of my busy morning playing in the yard, starting with a new plant called Kangaroo Paw. Don't you just love that name, Kangaroo Paw? The Husband and I bought it yesterday, along with Jupiter's Beard, Sedum Album, and Wonga-Wonga Vine.

Don't those names simply appeal to your silliness?  Jupiter's Beard. Kangaroo Paw. Sedum Album. Wonga-Wonga Vine.  They ought to be featured in a poem or song. Anyone want to try?


I'm being distracted by what's coming out of the Husband's computer: the King Earl Boogie Band performing "... I've got my Plastic Jesus riding on the dashboard of my car..."  The Mama kept a plastic Jesus-on-the cross on Eliza Do-alot's dashboard, which we think still rests in Eliza's glove compartment.

Drats. Where was I? We're supposed to have a few more days of rain, starting tomorrow, which is why I spent the morning fi…

Another Union of Nothingness From Molly & Me

Here we are again, Molly the Cat and I, uniting for another post.

MOLLY'S MONDAY #16
Missus Lady asked, "What shall we write about today, Molly?"

I flicked my tail.

"Aren't you coming up with me?" She slowly climbed up the second set of steps to the upstairs landing.

I flicked my tail.

"Then I'm just posting photos."

I flicked my tail.

OFF MY GROOVE
That Missy Girl! I appreciate her escorting me up to the first landing. I have no idea where she decided to snooze. Zzzzzzzz, I feel like my head has taken a snooze. It's what happens after I play several rounds of an online word scramble game or do an online jigsaw puzzle or two. Yup, I'm back to doing the puzzles. Two months ago, I swore off doing online puzzles because my fingers locked in Spock's "Live long and prosper" sign. So far, my fingers have been okey-dokey. Knock on wood.

I've been having a slow time getting back into blogging, or any kind of writing project, …

Ponderings from Molly and Me

Molly and I are joining forces today because of whatnot and this. Maybe it'll be a regular thing. We shall see.  Missy Girl wants you to know that today's post is also her Molly's Monday #15.

Molly the Cat: Speaking of seeing, Missus Lady watched a hummingbird in the front yard yesterday. Szzzzz. Szzzzzz. I love watching hummingbirds, but I missed out because I was napping. "You snoozed, you lost," Missus Lady said when she wouldn't let me go out as she was coming in the front door.

Speaking of snoozing, this is what I found when I got back to my desk yesterday evening. The Husband wondered why Missy Girl just didn't go under the table if the light was too much for her. Zzzzzzzzzzz.


Did I Say You're a Troll?
Molly the Cat: The other day I overheard Missus Lady telling Hero Man about a post she was following at a local Facebook group. There was one part that was miao, miao. 
Human #1: Of course you won't believe me. You already think I'm a troll.

Molly's Monday #14

Miao, miao. I know it's Tuesday.

I know Missus Lady came back to our blog on Sunday, miaoo, and with a new name for out blog. Purrrrrrrr.

I told her that I wouldn't write until I got to go outside, if just for a little while. Miao. Hero Man let me go out for a few moments this morning. Purrrrrrr.

Since Friday, my humans have kept all the windows and doors shut. They say it is for my good and their good. Miao. The air is awful, they tell me. We live about 240 miles or so south of Paradise where that horrific fire is going on. All those poor people and animals who perished in that fire and the two Southern California fires. Mowwwrrrrr.



That man who pretends to be our President doesn't know what he's talking about. Mowrrr! On Saturday, instead of expressing empathy and support, that oaf of a non-president growled: "There is no reason for these massive, deadly and costly forest fires in California except that forest management is so poor. Billions of dollars are gi…

Molly's Monday #13

Superstitious?

Not me. Miao.

I walk under ladders.

I don't care if I walk on cracks.

Black cats better stay out of my yard. Not because I'm superstitious. They're just not welcome like other cats. Miao.


Molly's Monday #12

Yesterday I was listening to my humans talk about people who believe our world is flat. Astounding, miao!

About 2% of Americans are flat-earth believers, according to a 2018 study conducted by YouGov. Miao. Last year the population in the U.S. was about 326 million. I'm saying that everyone counted is considered an American. No arguments, please. Purrrrrrrr.

Two percent or about 325 million people in our country believe the world is flat. Miaaaao!

I wonder if the flat-earth believers have another name for Earth. After all, the word earth means globe, sphere, orb. Round, for pity's sake.

If we lived in a flat world, I don't think we would have balls or anything round.

What kind of shape is the flat world? Is it square? Rectangle? A triangle? Diamond shaped? Miao, a shape with 12 uneven shapes?

Where are the edges of the flat world?

Yawwwwwwwwn.

Nap time. See you next Monday. Miao.

Molly's Monday #11

I like wandering in the front yard. Wouldn't you? There are a lot of hidey-hole places from which to choose.

Sometimes I smell where other cats have been. The other day I ran one off our property. Take that, grey cat with white paws. Missus Lady told me that cat was walking around the neighbor's roof the other day. I wonder what that's like.

Missus Lady and Hero Man no longer let me stay out in the front unsupervised, unless it's first thing in the morning and that's only for a few minutes. Long enough for Missus Lady to open the blinds and curtains. Hero Man found me walking off the premises one day. On another day Missus Lady scolded me for walking into the street. I suppose they know better.

Miao.



Molly's Monday #10

Miao. Missus Lady told me that today marks 10 weeks for me on something ladder something-something view. What are "10 weeks"? Miao, miao.

What's more important to me is for Hero Man and her to feed me the stuff I like.  Miao. What does she means when she says, "You liked this food before. Why won't you eat it now?" It's always the first time when she opens a can and spoons out the contents on my plate. Silly Woman.

They are so stingy with cheese. Last night I could smell cheddar on my humans' hands and lips. They used to give me cheese. Purrrrrrrrr. The taste is delightful. They tell me that I can't have cheese anymore because I throw up afterwards. Ice cream, same thing. So?

S-s-s-s-t-t-t-r-r-r-e-a-a-a-a-t-c-c-c-c-h-h-h-h-h-h-h.

The back door just opened. Miao, miao.  See you next week.