Where I stood..

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.

Where I stood..

In the doorway with my cats. Deciding. Rhythm is not the decider.

For you Project Runway fans, Mark has a great concept for a new show. It involves the beautiful Heidi Klum coming up to cats in doorways and saying “Either you’re in, or you’re out!”

Ultimately, Rhythm decided she was out.

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.

Summer heat

I saw a t-shirt once that explained how you can tell temperature by cats. The colder it is, the smaller and rounder the cat, as it gets warmer, the cats get longer. This is true, and it’s been hot. The fuzzy beasts that live in my house and so often try to look cute, pleading for attention, as of late don’t care. They have a “don’t touch me, I’m hot” look in their half closed eyes.

This is Rhythm on the back steps. She no longer cares about her belly hanging out, she just wants to shimmy out of the fur coat.

This is Harmony trying to expose as much of her body as possible to any breeze we might create as we walk by. Mark took these pictures. He also took one of me sprawled out, but this is my blog, and you’re not going to see that one.

Backs, cats, watercolors, and rubber stamps

Things are not good here at our household. Mark is in terrible pain, his back has been awful the past two days. He doesn’t sleep at all at night. He slept a little yesterday morning, and I think he is sleeping now, but he may just be laying quietly. He’s not a snorer (as opposed to me) so it’s hard to tell. I am hoping the massage Ann gave him yesterday will help work out the muscle issues. We need to get him in physical therapy soon.

Harmony the cat did not have a good night, either. She spent the night barfing, usually in our bed. If either of us was able to drift off, we woke to the acking sounds of one cat barfing. She was hungry this morning so I fed her. She’s now thrown that up, too. She seems fine, just wants to barf. Maybe she’s trying to keep her girlish figure. I’m keeping an eye on both of them, I would really like things to return to normal, with just occasional back pain and cat barfing.

I made a few more pentagram watercolors:

I’ve also carved a couple of rubber stamps:

Where I Stood…

I stood in front of Harmony, thinking about the day ahead and about yesterday. I’m thinking about the party I’m going to miss, but I’ll be up in the northeast suburbs of Detroit, looking at tube purchases with Mark, possibly stopping to see some friends, checking out the Gibraltar Trade Center, and maybe, if I’m lucky, quaffing a brew at Dragonmead. It’s kind of a small road trip, and I love road trips. I’m also thinking about the ten little watercolors I did yesterday, how happy I am with nine of them, and how I should just throw the tenth one out, or redo it. I’ll show them to you over the next few days. I’m thinking maybe I should spend more time on the art that I might show, the art that I’m better at making, and less time on the silly watercolors, but I enjoy them so much! Now I’m thinking it’s time to jump in the shower. See ya!

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.

Meet Rhythm

Quite some time ago I introduced you to my evil cat, Harmony. Now it’s time to meet the sweet cat, Rhythm. Wikipedia defines rhythm as “the variation of the length and accentuation of a series of sounds or other events” I think she qualifies an “other events”

Rhythm is not happy about that flashing in her eyes. If she didn’t move so much, I wouldn’t need the flashing.

Rhythm LOVES to drink water from the faucet. Fortunately, she has not learned how to turn on the faucet yet. Here, she is threatening me, “if you don’t turn on that faucet….”.

Here she is, next to her beloved faucet.

Rhythm at the edge of my bed, giving me the winky eye.

This is how most my photos of her come out!

Mark comes to bed very late, anytime from one a.m. to five or six a.m., and Rhythm usually comes to bed with him. She finds a spot between us, and watches TV with Mark. Mark tries to watch shows Rhythm likes.

Harmony and Rhythm both had the pleasure of visiting the vet yesterday. I’m pleased to say, Rhythm has only gained two ounces! (Harmony’s up a couple of pounds, but she wasn’t full grown at her last weigh-in.) The vet proclaimed them both healthy.

Where as Harmony has many nicknames (pest, fancy pants, anti-christ, furry cat, jingles), Rhythm is usually just Rhythm or grey cat. She has a beautiful grey coat, and we think she probably has some Russian Blue in her. She is sweet, and generally hides if many people are over. You can usually find her under our bed, I think it’s one place Harmony leaves her alone.

Harmony

Let me introduce you to the unharmonious Harmony.

Harmony has done a little damage around our house. This is the grill cloth from a 1938 Sparton console radio, grill cloth that survived decades, until Harmony came along.

And this is the way Harmony feels about our wallpaper. I am always reminded of Oscar Wilde’s last words, “Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.” Harmony is a bit more determined than Wilde.

Harmony is our evil kitty, I will introduce you to my good kitty at a later date.