Meet Ebby

Ebby

Ebby came into my life February 2018, from Pet Adoption Network. She's a little over two years old and is full of life, energy, and loads of mischief, as you can see in her picture. ~Pam

"As soon as you get to the bottom of the stairs, I'm gonna attack your feet and bunny punch your legs." Ebby 

Dust: How to Create the Perfect Person...or

dust from under fridge

Most household dust is made up of 75% - 90% sloughed off human skin cells and a small percentage of pet dander, which includes loads of DNA. Since I found that out, I feel guilty every time I vacuum or mop under the stove and refrigerator. I figure, maybe I just wiped out Uncle Henry or Aunt Gertrude.

Then I got an idea. If you're smart you'll stop reading right now and run the other way.

My idea is this: If I put all the dust from the vacuum cleaner bag, and all the dust "bunnies" from under the stove and fridge into one big container, then cover it for at least a couple of months, the DNA from everything that ever entered my house would create...ta da...the perfect person...or Super Cat.

Jenny has some fun "D" words for alphabet Thursday. Have a great weekend y'all.

Buzi

Meet Buzi (pronounced Boo jee). Buzi means kiss in Polish.

Buzi is wondering where the real mouse is.

Time to stop and smell the flowers.

This sweet little feline came into my life after being abandoned by her previous owners; left outside for six months to fend for herself. When I adopted her, she had some health issues, but after a year and a half she's starting to feel and look much better.

Now she sleeps in a king size bed instead of under a porch..

I took her home from my vet's office on February 1st,

Happy Valentine, Buzi

after they called to inform me that a neighbor found her under their porch, terrified, hungry, and cold. February is Valentine month, so it was only fitting to name her Buzi.

She's turned out to be a sweet, lovely, gentle feline, who really appreciates her new digs.

A kiss for Jenny to celebrate Alphabet Thursday.

E is for Escargot




Escargot is one of my favorite foods. If it's on the restaurant menu I order it every time. Most people think snails are gross and disgusting. If it crawls on the ground, they won't eat or even look at it.

Dave Barry, Pulitzer Prize winning humorist says, "Escargot is French for fat, crawling, bag of phlegm." It's France's way of tricking us Americans into eating what they find on their lawns and then charge us for it.

 

Seriously, when snails are repacked in their shells with parsley, rich butter, and garlic then baked or grilled it's simply fantastic. Don't forget your favorite Merlot and some hot crusty bread.

I love Dave Barry's books. Enjoy his brilliant humor along with a plate of snails, bread and wine. Happy reading and bon appetite.


A Different Kind of Mouse

Buzi Found a Mouse

Buzi has created a special place in my heart. I 'll always miss Bear because he was one of kind, but Buzi is one of those sweet little girl felines that make your heart melt whenever you look at her face.

Boo has decided she likes being an indoor cat, unlike Bear who was a mighty outdoor hunter of all things furry, feathered, scaly, and otherwise.

Yesterday Buzi became pesky while I was working on the computer. It was a busy writing day and office day, but she doesn't understand "busy; she just wanted to play. I told her, in jest, to go find a mouse. And she did, on the other computer.

It's a different kind of mouse. She's a different kind of cat. It was a cute photo op I couldn't resist. 

My New Office Manager



Bear, Office Manager

Bear just got promoted to Office Manger. He types (zzzzzzzzzzzzzxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxf), talks to clients (meow), and is an inspiration for those who come to the office.

If you look closely, he just finished reading the local paper. I caught him checking out the want-ads, so I decided to promote him to Office Manager in order to give him more of a challenge.

His benefit package includes more treats, with ample time for a nap. After his nap, he has a chance to work outside catching rodents. Then it's back inside for more schmoozing with clients and padding across the computer. 

I have to tell ya', it's tough keeping good employees if you don't give them the benefits they deserve.  

I'm In the Zone, Man

Everyone needs a cat. They usually don't give a 'horse pucky' about much of anything. Cats know how to live in the moment.

In fact, when I'm having a particularly stressful day, I just take a look at Bear and mentally imprint his relaxation techniques.

Life just seems more balanced after that.

Kitty Cat Crazies

It's that time of year. We have at least 10 inches of snow that fell since 9:00 a.m. today. Bear loves going hunting in the woods behind our house, but today was not the day for him. Ten inches of snow is just too much for the little guy to run through. Besides, all the rodents are hibernating, so the hunting looks pretty bleak.

As the day wore on, Bear got bored. He shredded my LL Bean catalog, and then destroyed an article I had written on a yellow legal pad. His teeth make great paper shredders.

As soon as I finished cleaning up shredded paper, I heard "thunder paws" tearing through the house at warp speed. He was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. When I spotted him, I made a "Pss-t" sound and he ran down the carpeted stairs, hit the linoleum floor and then skidded six feet, knocking over his water dish.

After that he disappeared for about three hours. He finds secret hiding places for his naps. One of his favorite spots is his cat condo; a posh cat carrier with a lambs wool liner that sits on a shelf in the family room.

Yup, it's that time of year when Bear gets the kitty cat crazies. I can't imagine what he'll be like in February. At least it's peaceful when he takes his three hour naps.

The Tidy Bowl Man

Have you ever wondered why cats drink out of the toilet? I think about it often, when I'm stuck in traffic.

Bear is one of the most delightful felines I've ever had the pleasure to live with. He has his own personalized drinking bowl along side his matching food dishes (filled with an assortment of healthy food), which I refer to as "The Kitty Cat Buffet". So why does he like to drink out of the toilet? Maybe because the water is clean, clear, and ice cold. Or is it a guy thing?


In any case, I asked our veterinarian about this toilet bowl fetish cats have, and he said, "They drink out of toilet bowls because they have little kitty cat brains." This is an answer from a guy who graduated magna cum laude from Cornell Veterinary School. He's also a dear friend and says I need to get a life and not think too seriously about why cats drink out of toilet bowls.

When my son came up from Florida for a visit, he caught Bear drinking out of our porcelain watering hole. He nick-named the cat "The Tidy Bowl Man". I took a picture, which is worth a thousand words. I guess that says it all.

Superbowl Ad for 2008

One of my dreams is to create a superbowl ad that will rival every advertising agency in the country. I needed an athletic and handsome model, so I decided to use Bear in the ad. For those of you who are new to ths blog, Bear is my cat. We all know how popular animals are when trying to sell a product...especially beer. I'm not too sure what we're trying to sell here. Who cares?

The important thing is to be sure to check out the quarterback tuck-and-roll technique Bear uses in the video. In fact after this video is watched, I know my phone will be ringing off the hook with agents calling to sign us to a huge contract.

How Did Ernie Do It?

I don't know how Ernest Hemingway was able to write with 69 cats around him all the time. I have one and he can be a pest sometimes. There were no computers in Ernie's day, only manual typewriters (remember them?). Maybe his cats got their tales caught in the carriage return, which eventually kept the little fur balls away from his writing area.

My cat, Bear, likes to sit on the computer keyboard, and vie for my attention; and always when I'm in the middle of a writing project. He's been known to delete a half days work. If I could only teach him how to type instead of hit the delete button! Oh well, it's a start. Besides, he's a handsome little guy who loves me unconditionally. That alone is worth a half days work.

Vote for Bear

As I said in yesterday's blog entry, I'm voting for Bear, my cat. Below is a list of his qualifications:

• He's highly intelligent. Most people think so.
• He provides a valuable service to the public. All the neighbors are rodent free.
• He is loyal to his constituents. He's a sociable guy and loves everyone unconditionally, regardless of how much money they have.
• He is not class conscious. He doesn't care what socio-economic background you come from.
• He can be trusted. Bear comes with no agenda.
• He protects his homeland. He's very territorial and keeps unwanted intruders away.
• Balancing the budget is easy. Bear eats and takes only what he needs.
• Health care is not even an issue. He exercises and eats right.

If you know of national and local candidates who have all of the above qualifications, let me know. I may vote for them.

photo: Inga Mucha Photography

More Horse Pucky

So, whadaya think? It's only 15 more days until Election Day. The point is to be sure to vote. But for whom?!

Above are the choices for the national election. As for our local elections, there has been so much mud slinging going on from most of our NY politicians, I'm voting for the ones who have run a clean campaign, which pretty much means I'll probably vote for Bear. "Who's Bear", you ask? Bear is my cat.

He has perfect teeth just like Obama and Biden, he's fights for what he thinks is his rightful territory like McCain, and he's an avid hunter like Palin. All the great qualities you want in a leader. Other than that, it's more horse pucky as usual.