Those strange markings in a circular pattern; flying saucers or just saucers? Did a small alien land in my garden? No…just a very fussy feral kitty called Katniss who decided that she doesn’t like gourmet chicken with tomatoes. I fed her first and then went in to tend to Toffee who was wailing because Katniss was fed first. I glanced out afterwards to check on Katniss and she was standing staring at me through the window. Her dish was missing too, so I went out to see what had happened.
She stared at me with her little round green eyes and I started laughing when I saw that she had covered (the very expensive) food with stones and dirt. “Would you prefer something else, Princess?” “Yes, please, strange human mummy” She deigned to eat the crunch but was silently condemning me for my poor grocery shopping.
I suppose she looks rather well fed and spoiled for a feral. She has a strange psychic ability over me and I can sense she has arrived in the garden waiting for food, even when I can’t see her. My car noise is immediately identifiable and that often brings her running. Toffee often knows when her Dad is turning into the street before he arrives at the house. Animals have amazing sixth senses.
I caught a cold this week, just a regular snuffly nose one, but it turned my brain to jelly. During a phone call I could not remember my home telephone number which I have had for 14 years. My recent travel photos are waiting for me to turn into a Postcard from Kerry but they will have to wait until my brain recovers.
My heart goes out to our neighbors at Santa Fe, Texas with another school shooting by a disturbed young man whose father’s guns were available. They should be locked in a gun case.
My heart glows to see Prince Harry marry a biracial American. As Teddy knows, all the smart guys marry one of those…❤
Celebrating Teddy’s 60th birthday at a rooftop hotel in Mobile, Alabama
…and he snores too. Teddy and I rarely travel together because of our elderly cat but made a special effort to go to a new place for his 60th birthday. When we married he was 24 years old and I can’t figure out how all this time has passed. Teddy went ahead of me and I arrived at Mobile Regional Airport on his birthday. He picked me up in a rental car and we went straight across the fabulous Mobile Bay causeway . Sometimes water that close to a roadway scares me but this was just sublime. We started looking for brown historical sites signs and starting learning the fascinating history of Mobile.
View from the original settlement of Blakely near Mobile. The city of Mobile is in the far distance.
This whole city, named Blakely, was abandoned after an epidemic of yellow fever in the 1800s and everyone moved to the new settlement of Mobile on the other side of the vast bay. Five rivers create a delta into the bay. From our busy metropolis, this was absolute bliss – very few people and polite drivers. We went to lunch at an Oyster place with a great view across the delta. After two glasses of wine I decided ‘we’ would drive to just over the border of Alabama into Florida. It was wonderful. Teddy and Bunny decided that there was no reason to change the habits of a lifetime and had a spat about which direction we should be going in… There was no cell phone service deep in the country and the GPS stopped working. By the time we had dinner in the rooftop restaurant of our hotel, all was bliss in Teddy and Bunny land. 🐻 🐰
Many more posts of a place less traveled and some funny stories.
Rose gold hair
A miracle happened! I colored my hair a new shade of rose gold and it turned out the same as the picture on the box. Then I went to my hairdresser who cut it rather sharply with a cute little quiff. It is my husband’s 60th birthday next weekend so I wanted to have a nice haircut to celebrate with him. I am still in shock that I will be married to a 60 year old man – whaaaaaatt!!!!
He still looks cute though…
This is the inside Princesa – Toffee. It is hard to get a good shot of her because she is a darkly colored Tabby (mixed with Egyptian Mau). In reality, her markings and fur are exquisite. She has the typical saggy beige fluffy tummy of a Mau and little fluffy Hobbit feet to protect her from the desert heat. We rescued her as a kitten in Cairo but at age 15, I still can’t pick her up. For years she hardly spoke but since the other two Egyptian cats died she has not shut up… She talks about everything with precise vocalizations. “Thank you” for lunch sounds very different from “Clean up my poo stat!” Although she and Katniss have never met face to face, Toffee chats to her through the open window. In some Disney world they would be sleeping together but they are both little ferals, happy in their own worlds. She hunts sunbeams around the house even though I keep the temperature at 76 degrees or above. I move Nana’s orange and brown rug about so that her old bones are comfortable in the sunbeam.
This is the outside Princesa – Katniss. I rudely call her Fatniss because she is a voracious but slow eater. She is probably about 3 or 4, maybe neutered by the local cat people and I think she belongs to me now? At the moment I was writing this, I ‘knew’ that she was outside, so I interrupted this post to feed her with newly clean dishes. The raccoons have been playing with the dishes again and I had to hunt for them around the garden. From time to time, Katniss rolls in the garden and I get to see her lovely white tummy with a black belt (in Karate?) She has a lovely mixture of black and pink toes, usually immaculate despite living outside. She also talks – do they get it from me?? Katniss has a tiny little voice and chats while I feed her. Sometimes the tone is terse when it is cold or wet. She also hisses when she is happy – I think she is just trying all her vocalizations.
They make me happy. ❤
It is not very easy to be vegetarian in our traditional part of Texas. Not only do we rear cattle but the original settlers were mostly German. I laughed out loud when I saw this Stop sign a few hundred yards from my house. Graffiti usually annoys me but this was clever and funny! Although more flexi than veggie, I rarely cook meat and many of the local restaurants balk at me asking for the steak flatbread, for example, with no steak. My weakness is real ham…. Every Saturday I have a ham and cheese Arepa at our local brunch place – they smoke their own ham.
The Germans have been joined by a very diverse group of immigrants including many from Latin America thus the Arepa – maize based flatbread. We live in a very tight series of cul-de-sacs with traffic circles. To stop trucks and school buses churning up the corner, our HOA has put cobbles and more large boulders to deter them. Do you think the vegetarian created this zen stacked rock cairn?
This post is an excuse to tell you some random stories and wish everyone Happy Easter, Passover, Pagan spring thing or whatever. I hope you enjoy scampering naked through a field of wildflowers, eating too much chocolate or going to your church.
Katniss has Help…
As most of you know, we have a feral cat who visits twice a day for dinner. We named her Katniss and have a collection of little plates just for her. Rabies is quite common in Texas so I am very careful to separate Katniss’s plates from Toffee’s (our indoors cat from Egypt). I am also lazy and end up with a pile of dirty dishes after a few days. Then I will put them in a bucket of soapy, bleachy water to soak and then will clean them. A week ago, I forgot to finish my task and left the bucket outside overnight. I sleep with industrial ear plugs because Teddy really snores like a bear. He commented in the morning that he wondered what the raccoons had been doing in the night (how could he hear anything over the snoring?) He said that it sounded like they were breaking something and were chittering noisily. Later on, I remembered my bucket and went out to do the dishes but someone had beaten me to it. I looked at the bucket quizzically because the saucers were all placed tidily alongside. I burst out laughing when I realized that the raccoons had ‘washed’ the dishes for me. They are very smart little critters who love playing with water. They will dip toys in the water as well as their food. Our neighbor found them swimming in her pool one night, chittering happily. I wondered if I should get them a toy kitchen.
The back-handed insult
St Mary’s Catholic Church
I will be volunteering on Easter Sunday, as usual, and my doctor refers to it as my church service. I love that idea and the next time a rude customer asks me if I have nothing better to do on a Sunday, I will say I am at my church doing something more useful than singing hymns. Last week a pleasant older lady asked me where I was born (Scottish accent). I told her the long story short – Californian Irish Mexican hybrid. She looked at me carefully and then said, “You are a beautiful woman” “You don’t look a bit Mexican”. I really didn’t know how to respond to that ‘compliment quickly followed by insult’.
The real compliment
Bluebonnets by the side of the highway
On my recent trip to the Texas countryside, I was driving along the major route between Houston and Austin. The speed limit is 75 miles per hour but in Texas we read that as 85 or more; it is some kind of state dyslexia… I noticed a group of cars had stopped on the side of the road and then saw the reason – BLUEBONNETS!! To my own astonishment, I slowed down and did exactly the same. Every Texan gets excited about our wildflower season but bluebonnets are an indigenous little blue Lupine that sets our hearts aflame. Here is a link to a previous funny post about Bluebonnets. After acting like an idiot on the road, I noticed a field of them next to my hotel which was near a super Walmart and, even better, A THRIFT STORE! Kerry was in heaven, both with bluebonnets and cheap clothes. It was a treasure trove with rich ranchers’ cast offs. One top still had the ticket on it – $50 for $5. At the desk, the young girl tentatively asked me if I was over 55 (30% senior discount) and I brought out my driving license (yes, they really gave me one). She said that I didn’t look 55. As I related this story to my colleagues later they expressed surprise at my real age and willingness to admit it in this age obsessed society. Again I burst out laughing – I just told them I shopped at thrift stores so why hide my age. Dang it, I would do pretty much anything for a 30% discount…
“I love you!”
“I love you more!”
I was working in the countryside last weekend and I met a lovely horse. It took me ages to persuade the horses, calves and donkeys to come close to me. Then it gave me great pleasure to show my colleagues how to handle livestock. Did you know that horse’s eyes magnify images so you are much larger and scarier than you think you are? We gently blew into the cattle’s noses and they blew back. The delight on my city friends’ faces was a joy.
I lived in the countryside for many years and part of my heart is still there. In my last post I said I wasn’t blue but it took an appointment with my psychiatrist this week, to realize that I am low. Dang those chemical imbalances! A medication has been added to my daily potion for a short time and I hope to be back to my old self soon. Every time this happens, I am taken by surprise; perhaps it is a self protective mechanism in my brain.
There is no particular reason for it other than working more hours than usual and being stressed. The change is seasons affects me too and the stupid daylight savings time. The additional drug makes me sleepy but I can feel it’s influence already. Aren’t we lucky to live in the modern age of medicine? Teddy was so ill recently with a systemic infection that they gave him antibiotics that are used to treat the Plague! That scared the life out of me.
I may not post or read blogs as much as usual but I will be back (Arnold Schwartzenegger voice). Sometimes this medication elevates my mood more than it should, so my posts might be more interesting than usual…