I Had a Dream

I was so enamored of the photos of the grounds of the nursery that the lady visited (and of the pretty girl-cat [see last post]), that I had a dream about going there myself. I'll see how much I can remember; you know how dreams are...they only come back in bits and pieces.

First, I paid a visit to the little cottage where I think Puss in Boots lives.

I waited for him (see me there on the roof?) hoping to talk to him and make sure he wasn't mad at me for dressing up like him last Halloween. I hope he doesn't think I'm up to something. Maybe sitting here on the roof over his doorway wasn't a good idea. Of course, it is possible he never showed up because he was out on some adventure.

Then, there are some parts of the dream I don't remember...something about catnip...and I don't even like catnip.

Anyway, I did go over to the Koi Pond to stare those big fish down.

They were very scared. So scared that they stayed in the same spot. I never saw them move. I could have grabbed one of them if I was so inclined. But, since it was a dream, and I knew I could have them for dinner any time I wanted, I went on my way.

Finally, I found that cute girl-cat and gave her a nice pat on the cheek and gently scratched her ear because it was itchy. I think she likes me. Likes, like! (I can dream, can't I?)

A Cat I'll Never Meet and Some Fish I'll Never Eat

Recently, the lady visited a local nursery to look at the plants and wander through the lovely grounds.

While she was there, she saw a kitty that lives at the nursery taking a little drink from one of the fountains.  She was a lovely thing; too bad I'll never meet her. The lady took another photo of her, but she didn't want to open her eyes.

Also, there was a pond with very big fish swimming in it. I hope my Fancy Feast has some of those fish in it. I don't think they have an "Ocean Whitefish and Koi." Maybe  they're in the "Mixed Grill."




Then she saw a really small house, like out of a fairy tale.  I'm almost positive that Puss in Boots lives there.

I'm not a traveling cat, so I could only enjoy it through photos.  I might have dreams about that place tonight.  If I do, I'll let you know tomorrow.

I'm Connected, Baby!

Hey, I forgot to mention that we've been back online for almost two weeks! We had dial-up until 2010, and then it got so slow, it was worthless.

Since we live way, way out, we now have satellite internet. But, two years went by when we had no connection at all and would drive to the local library to use the free WiFi. The lady intended to keep up with my blog while at the library, but she never did.

During those two years without an internet connection, I occupied myself as best I could. This photo depicts the activities of an average day (me resting in order to recover from all the naps I took).

ANYWAY, I like having the internet again because I am visiting old friends and making some new ones. I've told the lady that she must post my ramblings at least twice a week. She rolled her eyes, and made some feeble protest about "having better things to do," but she can't refuse me any request because I am the King of Everything.

Wordless Wednesday

A Couple of Tasty Morsels

For a year and a half now, as I lounge on the deck, I have heard the lady talking to someone or something inside the house.

As you are probably aware, I am an outside cat except for at night, when I am secured in the garage (with food, water, litter box, and a choice of beds to rest in). So, as you might imagine, I was very curious about the creatures inside the house. One day, the lady let me inside for my afternoon snack because the yellow jackets were trying to get at my food. I took a good look around and saw these birds (birds!!) in the "office" aka "bird room." I only got a quick peek because the lady closed the door so I couldn't harass or scare them.

Oh, mustn't disturb the spoiled birds. I mean, seriously? Keeping food as pets? I am very, very disappointed in the lady. She actually named them! Lulu and Mr. Eddie Green (guffaw!). And, now that she has them, she feels bad because she realizes that birds should not be in cages. She said she will take care of them until the end of their days (which, if I had my way, would be sooner rather than later), but no more birds in cages. She got them the largest cage she could find, so they can actually fly a bit, and they have plenty of toys and things to do.

They seem happy as they talk and whistle much of the day. And, she feeds them good seed, broccoli and an egg protein supplement.

To be perfectly honest, I'm a bit ticked off about the whole thing. No one consulted me, the King of Everything, about keeping perfectly good food in a cage. What a waste! And, my research reveals that the Aborigines of Australia agree with me about these birds. Parakeets are also called Budgerigars, which is sort of the English version of the word the Aborigines use for "good to eat." Well, I'll never get to taste them, but I can dream.

Taco on the Roof; Butters in a Tree

The lady was taking care of the landlords' property recently. I usually sneak up the hill to spy on her because I know there are two cats that live there.

Apparently, the boy-cat, Butters, does not care for the girl-cat, Taco. I think this Butters character has some deep-seated psychological issues revolving around food and territory. And I don't mean the run of the mill issues that all cats have. He seems a bit over the top. Whenever he see Taco, he chases her and she runs up a tree and jumps on the roof. For some reason, he doesn't follow her up on the roof. He just sits in the tree watching her until Woody the dog barks at him, and then he comes down.

Now, I don't want either of them in MY territory (even though I sneak up the hill, I'm just out of their range), but I do feel sorry for Taco. She seems a harmless enough feline. She is very small and Butters is a big cat, so she has no choice but to run. The lady thinks if she gives Butters a lot of special attention, then he will realize he has no worries and will relax. Me, I'm not so sure. Some cats don't like other cats. I don't like other cats. Butters is a loner, like me. Don't get me wrong. I'm no psycho. Butters obviously is. I'm just making the observation that he is a loner.

Okay. Enough of the feline Bickersons. I'm just chilling on the balcony. All by my lonesome. Nobody bothering me. Just wake me when dinner is served.

Shady

It is hot. I don't like hot. I have a black fur coat which is a wonderful thing to have in the winter. The summer, not so much. I've made many complaints to the lady about turning down the heat, but for some unknown reason, she refuses to do anything about it. I don't understand this, because she usually indulges my every whim.

My dog-neighbor Woody came for a visit. If you remember from a previous post, we have a somewhat tenuous relationship. We don't quite trust each other. But, as you can see from the photo, we try to get along. We are sharing the shade of an umbrella (although why he gets a bed to lay on and I don't is a mystery to me). There is a nice bowl of cool water nearby. It is a pleasant way to spend a summer afternoon.