We closed up the screened in porch for the winter last November. As the snow melted and the squirrels became more plentiful, the cats have been dyingto get back out there.
Even though it was in the mid-40s, we thought the cats could enjoy a good hour of porch time. Figuring they would perch on the top of the chairs and let their nostrils take in all the scents, Link, instead, zeroed in on the cat nip plant that croaked last August*.
Fresh air? Who needs it! Dead cat nip is where it’s at.
*Don’t ask why it was still out there. Sometimes it takes me a while to get to things.
A few years ago I worked at the University of Minnesota. It was the worst job I’ve ever had.
The day I was ready to tender my resignation, this was sitting on my desk. I thought the universe was trying to tell me to stick it out longer – that the job would get better. So, I stayed for another year.
Spoiler alert: the job did not get better. In fact, it got worse.
But I did keep this photo. And it still makes me smile. The one good thing I got from that job.
I’ve got to tip my hat to Cosmopolitan for combining two of my favorite things into a single video.
Although more than four years old, I still get the song stuck in my head, although my version is really “Cats/No abs.” Plus, I’m forever smitten with the adorable CJ Richards (please, marry me).
Recently we binge-watched some classic movies on Netflix, and soon after Robert DeNiro’s famous “you talkin’ to me” line in Taxi Driver, I looked over at Link and he gave me this face.
You say “no” a lot, and even after you try to advert the attention to something more suited for a feline, they will continue to do whatever it is that you didn’t want them to do in the first place.
Although this is certainly part of their charm, don’t you wish they listened better?
I know you love milk, Winston. I love it to. But, I also know how this story is going to end and it involves diarrhea and projectile vomiting.
After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:
Do not stand at your bowl and meow. I gave you food. It’s in there now. I feed you at the dawning light, I feed you at the fall of night. I feed you kibbles mixed with meat And wet food for a special treat. I feed you even though you scoff At all the food within your trough. I feed you and still yet you yell Like as a beast from deepest hell. Do not stand at your bowl and cry. I gave you food. You will not die.
