Cat and Dog Love

Chloe and PerryUntil the cat passed away, the dog was more her dog than mine.

When he arrived, Chloe was old, about 18 years old. He was a young pup, about 10 months of age. After he got off a three-day transport from down south, Perry came into a home that had four cats. Two scattered like leaves in the wind, practically living upstairs dog-free for a year before becoming brave enough to be in the same room as the dreaded canine; one (the Maine coon) ignored the dog completely, and the feeling was mutual — I don’t remember them ever interacting or even looking at each other. And then, there was Chloe, a sleek quarter Siamese cat who was, at least to me, refined, wise, loyal, and loving.

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It’s Time to Play Guess WTF This Is!

apple treeYes, I know this is an apple tree. That’s not the mystery object though they are a little mysterious in that the tree used to have only small green crabapples and now has decided to go whole hog this year and become a fully fledged, actual apple tree. I even made apple sauce out of a few of the big juicy ones to try them. Delicious!

They are rather like Macouns or Cortlands, but I am calling them simply “those darn apples.” Because now the whole ground is littered with them. I can’t stand waste, but who can eat that many? I put a bag in my pantry a week ago. Those apples are still waiting to be peeled and turned into pie. They have … Continue reading

Sabby Cat on Stone Buddha, Just Because

Happy Tuesday! I simply feel like sharing this photo of my cat when she was younger. So here it is:

Sabby Cat on Stone Buddha Statue
I don’t think the Buddha minded at all. In fact, Sabby, the cat, has grown quite a similar belly to the revered enlightened one since this image was taken. 🙂 I wonder if rubbing Buddha’s head had anything to do with it.
sabby on her back

My Backyard in Spring

“Well worth waiting for.” That’s what I think each morning when I go out in my backyard in the springtime and see the abundance of wildlife that has hatched or bloomed. While I have been too soft-hearted to snag a tulip (can’t decide which one to kill and bring inside), today, I did break off a small piece of my recovering lilac bush — recovering because last year it was covered in a wild vine that chokes whatever plants it grabs hold of. With the vines removed last summer, the lilacs had a chance to bounce back this May, albeit a … Continue reading