Bribing a cat with a catnip mouse.
Now we’ve got some interest.
Now the mouse is his. Instead of being grateful, the cat lets me know with a look that if I try to take away the mouse, he will take away my finger. Enjoy your mouse, cat, we will meet again.
This week I’ve been trying to win this guy over. He views me with a mixture of contempt and distrust.
I’m resorting to bribery. I’ll let you know how it goes.
As much as I try to enjoy every bit of fall, I’m not doing as good a job as my cat.
Rhythm is now living on my lounge chair outside every chance she gets!
I just took Big Head Todd the cat to my vet, and we lucked out!! He had a chip in his neck! He lives in Dearborn Heights, quite a distance for a cat, and he’s just been reported missing. The vet couldn’t reach anyone by phone, but she’s sure she will and is keeping Big Head until his owners can come. And don’t worry, Lynn, Big Head’s real name is Boots.
Does your pet have a chip in his or her neck?
Big Head Todd got himself stuck in a tree yesterday. Travis the mailman fished Big Head Todd out of the tree, but couldn’t take Big Head with him in the mail truck, and my husband happened to be along just then. Well, Big Head Todd (that’s what I’m calling him because, you know, he has a big head) is in my sun room right now. Rhythm and Harmony are very uncertain. I have fliers posted, hoping someone will come along and claim Big Head, if not I have a lead on someone who may take him in. Meanwhile, Big Head and I are becoming friends.
Do ya see the date at the top of this post? Do ya? Ya babies, March First! Yeah, yeah, I know, spring isn’t for another 20 days or so, and even when spring comes there’s still winter, and we’re known for our April snow storms. But doesn’t just saying March sound great? February is full of cold, March is full of possibilities! February is grey, with pink Valentine trim for just a moment, but March is green. St. Patrick green, budding green, brand new creeping out of the ground yellow-green! Harmony and I are looking out the window, standing in a sun beam. She’s wearing her March-green eyes. Hurry spring.
With my feet under an irritated cat. I’m trying to store up some warmth, I’ll be visiting the Plymouth Ice Festival later today.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.
Les, Les’ granddaughter Paula, and mom.
Rhythm and me, in our post party slump.
Narin, who likes to pose,
and Kitty, who doesn’t.
In front of Rhythm and Harmony, who don’t understand why they have the wrong food. They like the crunchy stuff, and they are getting the wet stuff this morning. Sorry, cats, but I haven’t made it to the grocery store.
Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.