Tennyson really did choose a lovely spot for vacationing. That tree is the perfect size for his … well it’s not big enough at all. But it makes him happy and that’s what matters, right?
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Sometimes, it’s easier just to play along with his little fantasies.
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Really, he does look dashing in these shots, doesn’t he? He’s so debonaire… so coy… so Monster Cat.
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It’s very hard being the cat when the thumb monkeys can’t keep up with your mood changes. In a split second, the “you suck” whine can turn into the “feed me! I’m dying of starvation!” whine with a mere twinge of his itty bitty vocal chords and if I don’t catch the change in tone… SCORN! It’s hard being the thumb monkey too.
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Today is the 250th episode of Monster Cat! Wow. Go, Mr. Gray!
Today’s strip depicts the typical silent treatment I get after I’ve taken him to the vet. Later there is sulking. Then blame. Then, finally, he forgets. Mostly.
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There’s a lot to be said for the howl of a large monster echoing through a nearly empty car, even if it’s a small car and none of it’s good. We picked one of the vet’s closest to our house for a reason. Someone does NOT like being in the car. Or the box. Or the vet’s office.
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He’s cute! He’s Gray!
He’s fuzzy! He’s upside-down!
What is there not to love?
Happy Friday, everyone!
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It’s not Friday, is it? I’m having one of those weeks that just drags on and on. At least my back is starting to speak nicely to me again after all the driving last weekend. I would also like to register a complaint that the weather today is indecisive and unacceptable. Either rain or be clear, but this cloudy, hot, moist stuff is annoying.
Apparently, I’m cranky. Which explains why I’m cuddled up to (or curled possessively around, depending on your angle) my coffee mug. Ah, blessed caffeine, you are such a comfort to me in my times of need and my times of needing to hit people with a clue-bat. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I don’t actually own a clue-bat… yet. (But my ideal clue-bat would be a cricket bat painted blue with the word “clue” attractively emblazoned on it in white. A blue clue-bat. Say that 3 times fast!)
The hosta pictured here is from my mother’s garden in Maine. She really does have lovely gardens, despite the tons of rain that has been dumped on Maine in the past few weeks. Rain is good for gardens, yes, unless it comes in such volume that it super-saturates the ground for days or weeks and rots the plants. Dad’s veggie garden is not doing as well as the flower beds.
My garden is looking okay. By transplanting my peppers outside late, I avoided the too-much-rain problem but the plants are still farther behind in their growth cycle than they should be at this time of year. The good news is that my chives came back this year! YAY! I do wish I had some space for a proper vegetable garden, but my cute little raised planters will do for now.
Sometimes I have to wonder about the positions cats sleep in. Sure, he looks comfortable… but how did he decide to sleep in that position?
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…for muffins. Yum.
I spent the weekend at my parents’ house in Maine. It was lovely. The weather was gorgeous and considerably cooler than down in PA. The company was entertaining. The blueberry muffins were divine thanks to Mum’s blueberry wrangling skills. I consumed tasty Italian sandwiches (Real Maine Italians, thank you very much) as well as steak as thick as my arm from Dad’s grill. We also made a boatload of peanutbutter cookies for the boys. Yes, they are spoiled.
Saturday we saw a Tasha Tudor exhibit over at a little museum in Bridgton. Tasha’s art is really tiny! Perhaps it’s because Tasha’s images were omnipresent in my childhood that I have this weakness for simply but intricately depicted scenes and illustrations. Totally worth the drive. We also stopped at Korner Knitters on the way home where I got to impulse shop some lovely and some silly yarn. (It was so nice to meet you, Darrin!)
I did not impulse buy a lake house, not that it was really a realistic option, but I was tempted. There are a lot of For Sale signs up in the Lakes Region. There are even some For Sale signs on some curiously tempting classic cars. Again, I was tempted.
Oh and the driving! The Clubman and I did not get any tickets nor were we even stopped! I’m pleased to announce that we can get get from the house in PA to the house in Maine on one tank of gas. Just barely, mind you, but it’s a huge mileage improvement over the Subaru. The Mini does like to speed though… I’ll refrain from mentioning numbers here because my mother reads this blog and will scold me. I will say I am very grateful for its visibility (super-duper fog lights) and maneuverability. On multiple occasions I got to zig and zag out of the way of impending stupidity. Why is it that people in New Jersey don’t look before changing lanes?
The drive up to Maine on Friday took me probably 8.5 to 9 hours. I hit traffic in Connecticut and accidents in Massachusetts. The drive back to PA on Monday took me 8 hours. I hit a little traffic in CT where 91 dumps onto 95 and a bit of an accident on the Garden State Parkway, but other than that it was a pretty easy drive. Totally worth it for a weekend in Maine. And while the drive tired me out each way, I think I recovered fully on each with a good night’s sleep.
Except that I’m reading books again (as in novels as opposed to short stories) and not getting to sleep as early as perhaps I should.
I blame you, Miss Juli.