Friday, May 25, 2007

Catsit Chronicles II

Everybody made an appearance today, as though they knew it was the last visit...Clark has of course become my best friend next to Legs, and Molly has now entered the room the last three days, and allowed herself to be pet. Today, for the first time, Betsy entered the room to look out the back door, and allow herself to be pet a little bit.

So that was special, and now we're off to Alaska first thing tomorrow morning!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Don't tell PETA...

...but I picked up a grand total of sixty-four of these %$!#$*(&!s
this morning. It was a massacree. They never knew what hit 'em.
No more holes in my foliage, thanks.

Monday, May 21, 2007

The CatSit Chronicles

Watching the triplets-and-Legs this week, until we take off for Alaska.
It's shedding season, (when is it not) so everybody needs a little time with the brush; (Clark actually allows himself to be dragged around a little by his...what is that, a mane? that giant bib of chest hair?? )

Thursday, May 17, 2007

A Productive Day

Got Fiona's vaccination boosters this morning, weeded the front yard and driveway, planted two more relocated sedum, visited Garden World with Ken to look at the stones he'd found. (Going to go ahead with Joe's stone as it is prettier, but some of the ones at GW weren't bad at all...) Picked up two more pieces of luggage on sale at Kohl's, along with a market umbrella in tan canvas (a mere $35) which I took home immediately and installed on the 'patio'. Ken planted his veggies, I did the laundry, we booked a kayaking trip for June 6th in Ketchikan, and he went off to play softball. I wired a cheap little copper and glass candle-lantern to the good ol' rusty pole in the backyard. Can't wait 'till it gets dark and I can fire up the tealight inside it...

Thursday, May 10, 2007


The smell of manure is in the air and the new Kousa dogwood
is glowing in the twilight like a white paper lantern. The first
rhododendron bloom, just starting to open, looks like a hot-pink
flamenco dancer's skirt that's peeking out of a garment bag just a little too small to contain all the ruffles.

Fiona has a new friend, a small all-black cat with a tiny white
throat triangle. Comes to see her, jumps up on the deck box and looks through the window while Fi stares down from the loft inside.
Hmm, come to think of it, the orange cat from across the street
hasn't been around in a little while. Coincidence?