tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75226929872859409552024-03-13T14:28:17.811-07:00the kitty literaryDedicated to PJ the Fatty Kitty.PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-20559161325255272782011-08-03T20:43:00.000-07:002011-09-04T10:57:40.338-07:00In Which: There is a New Cat on the BlogHello. Elliot here. I am the new cat. Not much of a computer guy. But it's part of my job description to do the blog thing. Sigh. I'd rather be having an adventure - nothing huge, just a cat-sized adventure.
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<br />Well, I'm really sitting at the bottom of a giant silver maple <span style="font-style: italic;">looking </span>at squirrels. The little buggers never get quite close enough....
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<br />PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-52661437587755496822010-08-14T19:47:00.000-07:002010-08-14T21:16:07.329-07:00In Which: Plans are MadeHo-hum. It's merely that the Librarian plans to go hiking in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beartooth_Mountains">Beartooth Mountains</a> tomorrow. Just a baby hike, since she hasn't done anything but walk up in Swords Park for ages.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGdYKZvI5zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9LorCZoVM-w/s1600/04+10+MT+billings+rimrock+trail+looking+west+over+billings+.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGdYKZvI5zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9LorCZoVM-w/s400/04+10+MT+billings+rimrock+trail+looking+west+over+billings+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505466005214258994" border="0" /></a><br />Hmmm, well she did hike up to Avalanche Lake. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGdYLbgCTdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/HRRp6V1rbdo/s1600/07+23+10+MT+GNP+avalanche+lake+waterfalls.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGdYLbgCTdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/HRRp6V1rbdo/s400/07+23+10+MT+GNP+avalanche+lake+waterfalls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505466022867652050" border="0" /></a><br />I suppose that counts.<br /><br />However, tomorrow she will be going somewhere completely new. How trepidatious of her. <i>Trepidatious</i>. I am not sure that is a word. If it <i>is</i> a word, it seems likely to have been made up by Anne of Green Gables. I would look it up in the dictionary but I am busy licking a paw. <br /><br />Well. So I tell her, she had better be careful of <a href="http://billingsgazette.com/news/state-and-regional/montana/article_21d02556-9a58-11df-b1f3-001cc4c03286.html">those bears</a>. I think she will be all right if she follows my plan: bring tuna sandwiches for lunch. If a bear appears, throw a tuna sandwich at it. Any bear would prefer that to a human smelly with bug repellent. I know <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> would.PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-26335610767423695102010-08-10T19:51:00.000-07:002010-08-10T20:58:56.409-07:00In Which: the Librarian is Older. A Lot Older.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The last time the Librarian saw Bob Dylan in concert, it was 1976.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIWBvbN3DI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Ys9RDszhNo4/s1600/1975+mary+by+maddy+medium.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIWBvbN3DI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Ys9RDszhNo4/s400/1975+mary+by+maddy+medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503985913766468658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I looked up the date of the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rolling_Thunder_Revue">Rolling Thunder Revue</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, because she thought it was in 1975. That would have made it 35 years ago. Due to my attention to details, she has staved off one year. Thirty-four years ago, she was almost someone else. She didn't even know about </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bob Dylan looked a lot </span><strike style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">better</strike><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> different then too.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIZVvuosAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6T2DiAzFxDQ/s1600/dylan+rolling+thunder.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIZVvuosAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6T2DiAzFxDQ/s400/dylan+rolling+thunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503989555980185602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't be misled by the date on that poster. The Revue lasted into May 1976, when the Librarian saw a lackluster concert that was drowned by rain (but no thunder - just a downpour) in Fort Collins, CO.</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This time, the concert is a mere 1/2 block away. If she gets bored, disgusted or rained on, she can just walk home. I shudder to think how many cans of Fancy Feast she could have bought instead of the ticket, but she says it's the Last Time she'll ever get to see Bob Dylan, not to mention John Mellencamp whose </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Little Pink Houses</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> album used to reside in her yellow Sony Walkman (remember </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >those?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">) when she walked up to the "M" on Mount Sentinel in Missoula. I was around for that. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> looked like this (since everyone else is getting a "younger" picture):</span></p><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIb33hidOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XsgsxuDWJuY/s1600/98+MT+Daly+cat+pj+luigi+fatty+kitty+porch+.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIb33hidOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XsgsxuDWJuY/s400/98+MT+Daly+cat+pj+luigi+fatty+kitty+porch+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503992341211542754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ahhh, Me and Luigi. I am the Fatty Kitty, he is the stripey one. I believe I'm starting to understand the nostalgia the Librarian has been experiencing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">However, I must briskly shake that off. Trucks have been arriving,</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIdY7eouhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/o_ot4HD0JME/s1600/08+10+10+MT+billings+dylan+mellancamp+tent+dehler+park+truck+fencing.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIdY7eouhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/o_ot4HD0JME/s400/08+10+10+MT+billings+dylan+mellancamp+tent+dehler+park+truck+fencing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503994008720423442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> roadies set up a big tent in the parking lot,</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIdZH6Wj_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/KoVb3cT3gE0/s1600/08+10+10+MT+billings+dylan+mellancamp+tent+dehler+park.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIdZH6Wj_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/KoVb3cT3gE0/s400/08+10+10+MT+billings+dylan+mellancamp+tent+dehler+park.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503994012057898994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> a stage in the outfield (center - right),</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIdZ3rGhcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HKVWOQzHBRM/s1600/08+10+10+MT+billings+dylan+mellancamp+dehler+park+stage.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIdZ3rGhcI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HKVWOQzHBRM/s400/08+10+10+MT+billings+dylan+mellancamp+dehler+park+stage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503994024878835138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and a regiment of blue porta-potties stands alertly at strategic points.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope the Librarian enjoys herself. She will if she remembers her earplugs. Loud music gives her a headache.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TGIbjZeRqII/AAAAAAAAAdY/drJRhDz9eHU/s1600/98+MT+Daly+cat+pj+fatty+kitty+porch++-+Copy.jpg"><br /></a>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-22930783326739437772010-07-24T08:34:00.000-07:002010-07-24T09:09:32.594-07:00In Which: Fatty Kitty consorts with dogs.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am surprised at myself. I am actually participating in a chatty dog blog called </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.chetthedog.com/">Chet the Dog</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TEsO6RoFCRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gdZJhk4MMJY/s1600/01+08+WF+Fatty+Kitty+blogs+1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TEsO6RoFCRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gdZJhk4MMJY/s400/01+08+WF+Fatty+Kitty+blogs+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497504164462528786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Of course, this is the Librarian's fault as per usual. She </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">would</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> read those mysteries and laugh out loud and mutter to herself, i.e.: "Oh no! Don't do that!" or "Get'em Chet! Atta boy!" Harumph. About a dog. She never did that when she read those Cat mysteries...she did not appear to be entertained. After all, I must admit:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Cats do not run all over the desert;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Cats cannot leap at the perpetrators' throats (and threaten to tear them out, even. Egad.)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Cats can't smell as much - oops, I mean as well - as dogs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Alas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">But if I can be allowed to make a case for Cats:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A Cat could distract the perpetrator, by running between his/her legs, scratching, or a loud yowl at the right time:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A Cat could pee on something, rendering it unusable (or at least thoroughly disgusting). This would be helpful in disarming weaponry, for instance:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A Cat can eat grass and puke next to a pertinent clue....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Oh Holy (Furry) Balls. I cannot believe I am even </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">discussing</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> this.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The odd part is...I </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">don't mind</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> the dogs (except they talk too much). I might even grow fond of a dog who thinks he is Henry the VIII and thus wears a ruff.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">When I think about being a Cat detective, I believe I would be more of the Sam Spade type: moody, given to terse statements, a real loner. Hmmmm. I shall direct the Librarian to find a Kitty Fedora and practice meowing out of the corner of my mouth. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mrrrrrrrrrrritttsh! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Er, no. Mweowww. Better.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mwwwwwwow. Mwwwwow. Well, this is exhausting. But there - it's time for my nap anyway.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TEsQEVZlXdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/k1El8bxOt4k/s1600/08+PJ+sleeps+01.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/TEsQEVZlXdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/k1El8bxOt4k/s400/08+PJ+sleeps+01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497505436785794514" border="0" /></a>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-60559933625457099222010-02-26T21:30:00.000-08:002010-02-26T21:30:49.246-08:00In Which: the librarian approaches the Big L<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have been watching over the librarian. She has 16 days left until she becomes the Librarian. It's been a Long hauL, as she wouLd put it. And in ceLebration, I have fLoated down (figurativeLy, not LiteraLLy) to post in her honor.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I'm sure it's been difficuLt for her to continue without me. I was the bane and joy of her existence, and I am quick to add that joy overcame bane by a Large margin. Oh, certainLy, some <i>wouLd</i> mention the cessation of hairbaLLs, but that is a minor inconvenience compared to the Loss of my effervescent companionship. It couLd not be otherwise, for I am Fatty Kitty. I am aLmost tempted to grin, figurativeLy of course, since I no Longer have a body.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I suppose you want to know what I am, and in your feebLe human mind, I am a ghost or an angeL (I am tempted to grin again). Oh no, I am so much more than that now. I wiLL forego expLaining, since it is impossibLe for any human to understand. Why eLse the chiLdish cLinging to superstition and ego?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But, as usuaL, I digress. It's just that I enjoy being superior so much that I tend to dweLL on it. Again, the grin. So now, from my exaLted position (no, not in the sky, fooLs, in the hierarchy of being, of course), I bestow congratuLations on the soon-to-be Librarian, and Leave her with these words of wisdom: </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Stop noodLing about and do your homework! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/R8S24Oq568I/AAAAAAAAACE/MhlWAzuDXwY/s1600-h/08%20PJ%20sleeps%2002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">If you do, I promise I won't mess about with these capital Ls any Longer. They are annoying, aren't they? Ho ho! Now I know why that Cheshire Cat was so toothy...grinning as the worLd trudges by is a worthy occupation. Now, since there are stiLL naps where I am (and why shouLd there not be?), I wiLL partake ...........shnoooorrrngh.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">signed, the Fatty Kitty</td></tr>
</tbody></table>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-64326842947645152822009-12-27T21:57:00.000-08:002009-12-27T21:57:45.658-08:00In Which: a New Creature arrives at Fatty Kitty's<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SzhAUFGBcHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-GNA3z9fXyo/s1600-h/09%2009%20MT%20flathead%20lake%20library%20kitty%20windy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />
</div>Hello, it is I, Library Kitty. I've been sojourning at Fatty Kitty's for awhile now. I went a few places with the librarian, for instance, to a great big lake. It was windy and I almost blew in, but the librarian saved me:<br />
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</div>Then we went down a country road. I navigated from the dashboard: <br />
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</div>And there I met someone who must have been my relative, because <i>his </i>name is Kitty Kitty. He showed me how to roll on the dirt and scratch my back. <br />
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I remember Fatty Kitty enjoying this also, but a Woolly Kitty such as myself prefers not to get dirty, although I did enjoy hiding under the pepper plants. I was as still and quiet as a squash.<br />
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But that was all a long time ago, and since then we haven't gone anywhere, and I am ready to be back in the office with Marilyn, who is my True Companion. Soon, says the librarian, but first, I was part of the Holiday decorations.<br />
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and then...I met the New Creature. He happened after they put the turkey in and before everyone came over to eat. The librarian said he was a Woolly Mousekin.<br />
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He is very light, because there is nothing inside of him except catnip from Fatty Kitty's Memorial Garden. Fatty Kitty was very partial to it, but since I am also Woolly, I decided not to bite the Mousekin. Today the librarian brought him over to Molly's house and she didn't bring him back. I hope he is all right. Since Fatty Kitty is not here, I feel responsible. However, I have a funny feeling that Fatty Kitty would feel rather <i>vampirish</i> towards the Woolly Mousekin. Or maybe that's just because I've been reading the <i>Twilight</i> series. However, there is something about that Mousekin that makes me think Fatty Kitty would want to roll all over him, and you know how <strike>fat</strike> <i>large</i> Fatty Kitty was. Is. I meant IS. Even though I haven't seen him, Fatty Kitty is still here. The librarian knows it too. I feel certain we'll be hearing from him sometime soon.PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-18130072440872774442009-09-19T09:30:00.000-07:002009-09-19T09:37:16.337-07:00I am Molly<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Bonjour, mes amis.</i> I am Molly. You are meeting me because I have sent my companion away to France, with her Mother. She needed a rest, poor thing. What with the hiking, and camping, and a few desperate weeks of work, she was simply worn out. Fatigued. Which I would say in French but this foul <i>Blogger</i> has not the <i>accent symbole.</i></span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>En tout cas</i>, I am here, at the home of <i>le Fatty Kitty</i>. Fatty Kitty is, of course, dead. Nevertheless, this is still his home, his <i>domaine</i>, no more so than when I repose in the garden which bears his name.</span><br />
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</div>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-83857701815486482452009-09-03T05:58:00.000-07:002009-09-03T06:12:17.851-07:00The librarian expects a Visitor<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A visitor is coming this evening, and her luggage will include:</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">her bed,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">her food,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">her toys,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">her litter box,</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">her blankie.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Maybe some other stuff.<br />Her name is Molly, and she looks like this:<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/Sp-_4vsQHRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/mpNsj0sAOXc/s1600-h/01+07+Molly.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/Sp-_4vsQHRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/mpNsj0sAOXc/s400/01+07+Molly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377227461699312914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Her companion is going to France and Molly can't travel with her. Three and a half weeks is too long for Molly to stay home with visitors; she needs more companionship than <span style="font-style: italic;">that! </span>So she is coming to stay for awhile. What a lucky librarian! And more than that...perhaps Molly blogs....</span><br /></span>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-51001930812196455672009-07-07T09:57:00.000-07:002009-07-07T10:04:32.626-07:00W.W.F.K.D?What Would Fatty Kitty Do? With this blog, that is. His unique attitude on life has fled with his earthly existence, and leaves only a librarian (Fatty Kitty would not allow a capital "L" until my graduation, so I'm waiting until March 2010) who feels unequal to the task of following in his footsteps...or pawsteps...or more likely, his naphollows. I'm sure you can figure out what a naphollow is from the context, right?<br /><br />Compounding my feelings of inadequacy is the fact that I have to go to work - something Fatty Kitty never had to do. Although I believe he defined any effort he made to do anything that wasn't pleasurable as work. But you know what I mean. So I'll go to work and ponder...W.W.F.K.D?<br /><br />the librarianPJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-12522002209573080842009-05-10T17:22:00.000-07:002009-05-10T17:22:34.831-07:00In Which: we pay our last respects to Fatty Kitty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SeQZG5EkPwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KEjjFfQZ6GY/s1600-h/PJ+%26+Luigi+3%2700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">PJ, the Fatty Kitty died on April 13th. We miss him so. In memoriam, we have released pictures of Fatty Kitty in his younger days, before he became famous. Some of the earlier pictures show him with his brother, Luigi, who died in 2005.</div><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SeQYhSCg4iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/L56a6NzgY5o/s1600-h/94+MT+322+lilac+pj+fatty+kitty+luigi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SeQYhSCg4iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/L56a6NzgY5o/s400/94+MT+322+lilac+pj+fatty+kitty+luigi.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> Exploring the lilac with Luigi on the left, PJ on the right.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">The brothers had similar markings, which became more pronounced as they grew older. But Luigi had short fur, and PJ had long fur, thus he became known as the "Fatty Kitty."</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SeQYmx9iYrI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SC5j3ckToXE/s1600-h/94+MT+322+luigi+pj+fatty+kitty+stretched+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SeQYmx9iYrI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SC5j3ckToXE/s320/94+MT+322+luigi+pj+fatty+kitty+stretched+out.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">Luigi is looking at the camera. PJ is the one in the yoga pose, naturally. It is the pose known as "Pork Chop."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SeQZG5EkPwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KEjjFfQZ6GY/s1600-h/PJ+%26+Luigi+3%2700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SeQZG5EkPwI/AAAAAAAAAZc/KEjjFfQZ6GY/s400/PJ+%26+Luigi+3%2700.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">In the photo above, PJ is above Luigi for once. Luigi dominated the pair while he was alive, but PJ made up for it after Luigi died.<br />
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PJ felt he was a great help with schoolwork, as he liked to sit on my lap while I typed, starting in 1996, on my trusty Brother word processor...<br />
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and on to Missoula, where he perfected his snoozing technique while I finished up my Social Work degree:<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouE1lZmP8g/SgdqyuH7k5I/AAAAAAAAAyU/TXrTqv40-OE/s1600-h/02+09+homework+fatty+kitty+pj+mary+computer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nouE1lZmP8g/SgdqyuH7k5I/AAAAAAAAAyU/TXrTqv40-OE/s320/02+09+homework+fatty+kitty+pj+mary+computer.JPG" /></a></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">I'll miss all the little hairballs we used to make after we brushed you, Fatty Kitty, and your purrs, and the way you smelled when I picked you up and squeezed you. Thanks for not minding <i>tooo</i> much. We shared much more than I can tell in one blog post, of course. I love you, Fatty Kitty!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s13dLaTIHSg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s13dLaTIHSg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-78221184366840401922009-03-17T20:57:00.000-07:002009-03-17T20:57:37.415-07:00In Which: I Return. And I have a New Bed.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBt7MleerI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CKeVbLfQBdo/s1600-h/02+09+MT+327+fatty+pj+computer+stats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black;">Here I am. Are you glad to see me? Of course you are.</span> I've been busy doing statistics. Let's see: I now know the difference between descriptive statistics and inferential statistics. See, I'm reading my textbook.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBt7MleerI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CKeVbLfQBdo/s1600-h/02+09+MT+327+fatty+pj+computer+stats.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBt7MleerI/AAAAAAAAAYc/CKeVbLfQBdo/s320/02+09+MT+327+fatty+pj+computer+stats.JPG" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;">However, I prefer qualitative analysis. But enough about me, what do you think of my new bed?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrglBo-CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ifJiYZF-9m8/s1600-h/bed+07s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrglBo-CI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ifJiYZF-9m8/s400/bed+07s.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;">Of course, my bright wool blanket with the Killer Whale on it distracts from the central theme, which is that of wood, and support, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrbuQRdpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uzITmYhEXd8/s1600-h/bed+04s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrbuQRdpI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uzITmYhEXd8/s320/bed+04s.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;">and lots of room underneath to lounge and cough up hairballs. They're threatening storage but so far, so good. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;">The sailor decorated it for me: a tree to run up with my claws and meow for a couple of hours until I realize they're not going to get me. Then I come down. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrXMuE9fI/AAAAAAAAAX8/E_qZ8S8OmSo/s1600-h/bed1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrXMuE9fI/AAAAAAAAAX8/E_qZ8S8OmSo/s400/bed1.jpeg" style="cursor: move;" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">and a bear foot. </span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrmVCvTrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QM9LbfWc4V4/s1600-h/bed+03s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/ScBrmVCvTrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QM9LbfWc4V4/s320/bed+03s.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That has something to do with the sailor and his bare feet. He rarely wears socks. This somewhat distresses the librarian, as she likes to knit socks. Oh well, knit a kitty bed for me, I say. On the other hand, I like the bed the sailor made me well enough. I leave my hairs on it to show him my appreciation. I think he understands; he mentions it every time I leave some for him.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Well, ta-ta for now. I'm off to get groomed. Grooming is big these days, with spring coming, and I must keep up appearances, you know. Rrrrreeeeooowww!</span>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-75882813554569143402009-02-14T21:14:00.000-08:002009-02-14T21:49:47.312-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SZemMJUTodI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YfQrCqwsIkE/s1600-h/02+09+MT+327+fatty+kitty+pj+mary+stats+homework.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SZemLyA1mDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/AJFtQdUB3q8/s1600-h/02+09+MT+WF+winter+carnival+parade+working+women+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SZemLyA1mDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/AJFtQdUB3q8/s400/02+09+MT+WF+winter+carnival+parade+working+women+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302889807586105394" border="0" /></a> OWEO, oh OOOO oh. OWEO, oh OOOO oh.<br /><br />No, it's not the Wicked Witch's guards from the Wizard of Oz. It's the Working Women of Whitefish dressed up as Fairy Godmothers. What a relief. Those guards always gave me the creeps. And that music:<br />Da da daaa, d-d-d d-d-d daaaaa. You know what I'm talking about, don't you? Ooo, I didn't know a Cat could get goosebumps.<br /><br />Thank goodness that most of the time it's peaceful and quiet around here. I relax watching the squirrels come out to eat sunflower seeds.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SZeqD_W2jZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Ngu0Dd33LII/s1600-h/12+08+MT+327+squirrels+snow+back+yard.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SZeqD_W2jZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Ngu0Dd33LII/s400/12+08+MT+327+squirrels+snow+back+yard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302894071775661458" border="0" /></a>We had quite a bit of snow, which has deteriorated into ice. Luckily, the librarian has kept the back deck clear. My Domain must be habitable for a Cat of delicate sensibilities and paws, y'know!<br /><br />Lately, she's been taxing my brain with statistics. She's been staying up far too late, and I become quite disgusted with her for not going to bed on time. I can't be calculating <span style="font-style: italic;">p</span>-values and what not. I need my beauty rest!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SZerAFhz5TI/AAAAAAAAAXk/24Zbmap5fqs/s1600-h/02+09+MT+327+fatty+kitty+pj+mary+stats+homework.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SZerAFhz5TI/AAAAAAAAAXk/24Zbmap5fqs/s400/02+09+MT+327+fatty+kitty+pj+mary+stats+homework.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302895104224388402" border="0" /></a><br />I post this picture in spite of her protests that everyone will look up her nostrils. <span style="font-style: italic;">I </span>always have to look up her nostrils. Harumph!PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-20627000454782181032009-01-13T20:31:00.000-08:002009-01-13T20:41:55.456-08:00In Which: I wonder what will happen nextNothing is happening. There isn't even any new snow. All the snow is old and crusted with the sunflower shells left by messy squirrels. How they do make my whiskers twitch! The large accumulation of powdery snow teamed up with the heavy, wet snow to break branches on the lilac in the back yard (My Domain!) The librarian will be doing some more pruning this spring.<br />
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Speaking of, she's been hard at it again, trying to change from a librarian to a Librarian. I used to mind that she hogged the computer, but now that I have claimed her schoolwork lap as my own, I am quite comfortable. She has everything she needs around her so that she doesn't have to get up - pencils, paper, articles, my brush, some catnip, and a pair of scissors that she<i> thinks</i> she's going to use on that mat on my hind leg when I become less vigilant. However, I believe in constant vigilance, as espoused by Maggie Drew when playing cards.<br />
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I would illustrate my prose with pictures, but the librarian has lost the cable to my camera. Hmmm, while she's out of the room I could always order a new one...her debit card is right here...miaowwww. If nothing's happening, a Cat must make do. Ciaow.PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-90871107557427759322008-12-25T18:16:00.001-08:002008-12-25T18:22:34.766-08:00In Which: the librarian wastes a lot of time making silly movies.<div style="background-color: #e9e9e9; width: 425px;">The librarian challenges her siblings to recognize their inner John Travolta:<br />
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<div style="margin-top: 6px; text-align: center; width: 435px;">Send your own <a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/">ElfYourself</a> <a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards">eCards</a></div></div><img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzMDI1Nzc2NTEwOSZwdD*xMjMwMjU3ODA4OTcxJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjY1Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*wMTk2OGUzMmI3MWM*OTg2OTk1NTk3NWZjOTdmYzEzNg==.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" />PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-15288736100496106372008-12-21T18:23:00.000-08:002008-12-21T19:06:10.398-08:00In Which: Fatty Kitty writes a Poem.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SU76fGQl-5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/TYoeCiyg3yo/s1600-h/infant+Nancy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>Ode to She Who Understands Cats<br />
on the Occasion of Her 256th (<a href="http://cats.about.com/cs/healthissues/a/agechart.htm">in Cat years</a>) Birthday,<br />
with Apologies to Pablo Neruda.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The only child</div>the first miracle of six<br />
who jumped<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SU76fGQl-5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/TYoeCiyg3yo/s1600-h/infant+Nancy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SU76fGQl-5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/TYoeCiyg3yo/s200/infant+Nancy.bmp" /></a>over barricades<br />
like horses<br />
and twirled,<br />
dreaming,<br />
amid grubby siblings,<br />
of ballet shoes<br />
no less grubby<br />
with effort and<br />
determination.<br />
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The faint light on her<br />
upturned eyes<br />
of stars<br />
show through<br />
branches<br />
of a horse chestnut tree<br />
with many faces<br />
while Cats<br />
circle<br />
her ankles.<br />
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<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"> </div>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-73984914908363117312008-12-14T20:50:00.000-08:002008-12-14T21:18:58.717-08:00In Which: I become a Useful Item.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am suddenly in demand. It appears that when the weather is cold enough, I am requested - no, I am </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">begged</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> - to come and sleep next to the librarian. Apparently it's not enough anymore to have a rice bag at the feet, and a hot water bottle in the Arctic regions (what she'd call her rear, but I Know Better. It's positively </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">glacial</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">At any rate, the temperature hovers just below zero, this 1919 house is so charming and inefficient that it hovers ten degrees below the thermostat, and pretty little frost climbs up the charming wood-framed storm windows. And we wish the current </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.dailyinterlake.com/articles/2008/12/14/opinion/columns/columns01.txt">Daily Inter-Lake editor's columns</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> were included in the ground-up newspaper that is currently the sole insulation between the walls. Then there would be a lot more hot air in here.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SUXlwudkWCI/AAAAAAAAATM/3kyiz8MNLeY/s1600-h/12+07+WF+327+Kalispell+looking+N.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SUXlwudkWCI/AAAAAAAAATM/3kyiz8MNLeY/s400/12+07+WF+327+Kalispell+looking+N.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279878763430303778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />The librarian took this picture to show how the snow slides off our roof faster than any other house on the block - because we have so much more heat escaping is the complaint.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />Well, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'm</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> doing </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">my</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> part. Of course, if I were fed more, I could become fatter and therefore a better source of heat. I think a little cream might even be called for. I think I'll pour on a little Fatty Kitty Charm. Excuse me. I must wander into the kitchen and state my case.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SUXoHKwyfFI/AAAAAAAAATc/tCZZ9ksjft4/s1600-h/02+PJ+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SUXoHKwyfFI/AAAAAAAAATc/tCZZ9ksjft4/s400/02+PJ+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279881348007492690" border="0" /></a>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-26731465371117253882008-11-16T11:50:00.000-08:002008-11-16T12:45:41.814-08:00In Which: I meet a Formidable Cat<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> AbbietheKitty asked about my recent trip across Minnesota, North Dakota, and Montana. Thank you very much for your concern, AbbietheKitty. The trip was fine. I am not happy about travel, but one does what one must. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> My librarian drove safely, if not quietly. She sang along with the radio and CDs, played the harmonica occasionally, and cackled while listening to<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Sedaris"> David Sedaris</a> read "Naked." I think I put up with it quite well. She didn't need to stuff the motel pillows into the holes that led under that bed; I wasn't going to stay there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SSCDhR30xGI/AAAAAAAAATE/Sb31EMxkRpw/s1600-h/05+07+christys+ben+amanda+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> However, in Missoula, we stayed at the home of Ben and Amanda. They look like this:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SSCDhR30xGI/AAAAAAAAATE/Sb31EMxkRpw/s1600-h/05+07+christys+ben+amanda+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SSCDhR30xGI/AAAAAAAAATE/Sb31EMxkRpw/s320/05+07+christys+ben+amanda+6.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">They appear to be normal, I suppose. But their Cat, well...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SSCCZwZiaAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cebwC_wuogg/s1600-h/05+08+MT+msla+hendrix+cat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SSCCZwZiaAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/cebwC_wuogg/s320/05+08+MT+msla+hendrix+cat.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"> He is Formidable. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"> For one, he is large, very large, larger than I, and nothing <i>Fatty</i> about him. He is also very expressive. You might even say articulate. And what he was articulating sounded distinctly threatening. I think I'm glad I didn't meet him nose to nose, even if he does wear <a href="http://litterboy.com/Details.cfm?ProdID=487&category=0&gclid=CJvlhITH-pYCFRg6awodET_HXg">Soft claws</a>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"> But, what can one do when one's home is invaded by a Stranger? I empathize with Hendrix. We sniffed at each other with a door panel between us, but that's all we were allowed to do. Who knows what great partnerships have been thwarted by over-protective companions, eh, AbbietheKitty?</div>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-1222597893312188242008-11-06T10:01:00.000-08:002008-11-07T20:09:54.992-08:00In Which: I find a Role Model<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">My new favorite comic strip: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Get_Fuzzy">Get Fuzzy</a><br />
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Here's the strip from Nov. 4, 2008:<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">You can find more of the Supreme Cat </span><a href="http://comics.com/get_fuzzy/" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i>Here.</i></a>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-57471259745411777322008-10-31T14:52:00.000-07:002008-10-31T15:12:18.720-07:00In Which: I am supplanted by squash<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Really. You'd think that </span><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">squash</i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> would be low on the hip list, but apparently not in this household. The librarian and her siblings spent all afternoon on two pumpkins.</span><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SQt-W2H4AoI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZX4rW8lhlEI/s1600-h/10+08+MN+4425+pumpkins+jack-o-lanterns+halloween+carving+pirate+ship+cat+spider.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SQt-W2H4AoI/AAAAAAAAASM/RycUAF9IuKg/s320-R/10+08+MN+4425+pumpkins+jack-o-lanterns+halloween+carving+pirate+ship+cat+spider.JPG" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;">In the other paw, I'm glad I wasn't attacked with special orange and purple tools. At least they had the good taste to put a Cat on one of the vegetables.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;">Other excitement around here? Well, not much. I <i>do</i> live with a librarian after all. Bruce gave Maggie 18 red roses. Then they sat by the roses and held hands for awhile. That was exciting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SQt-PNkol7I/AAAAAAAAASE/x0LTE0oQ5FM/s1600-h/10+08+MN+4425+roses+from+dad+.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SQt-PNkol7I/AAAAAAAAASE/H49yc73zdRs/s320-R/10+08+MN+4425+roses+from+dad+.JPG" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Frankly, anything to do with excitement has been overshadowed by this pile of paper:</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SQt-eIYqEvI/AAAAAAAAASU/587LfqZdB_s/s1600-h/10+08+MN+4425+grad+school+articles+reading+autumn+homework.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SQt-eIYqEvI/AAAAAAAAASU/oC9eGDdvft4/s320-R/10+08+MN+4425+grad+school+articles+reading+autumn+homework.JPG" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: left;">This is what the librarian has to read for the rest of the quarter. And it's not all of it, either. Some were just too long to print out. This pile is $45 worth at the copy shop. I'm somewhat disappointed that I won't be treated to the librarian swearing at Bruce's "legacy" computer and printer anymore. I enjoyed it immensely. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-14501907619209848092008-10-06T20:29:00.000-07:002008-10-06T20:39:56.457-07:00In Which: I blame it on the librarian....<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I always blame her. That's what she's there for. So, it is </span><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">her</i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> fault that I haven't posted for a month. She hogs the laptop because she's doing homework - at least that's what she says. She went away for a weekend to be at school - at least that's what she said. She says this picture is proof, and that it's her at the College Inn in Seattle, homeworking.</span> <br />
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For another thing, the libraries just ended a year-long partnership with businesses and museums in the metropolitan area, in which library patrons were able to "check out" a membership to a museum for a week, and thus enjoy some of the cultural icons of the area. And my librarian knows a good (free) deal when she sees one. (UPDATE: the year-long agreement has been extended for another year!)<br />
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So it is that she's been to the Walker Art Center and the Weisman Art Museum in the last two weeks. Of course, no pictures are allowed inside, but the outsides are fascinating as well.<br />
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Behold the Walker Art Center: <br />
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And behold its sculpture garden (very famous cherry-on-a-spoon fountain)<br />
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And the ramp for the pedestrian bridge that goes across eight lanes to Loring Park:<br />
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Never having learned to drive, Maggie is somewhat of a pedestrian activist (she once pounded on the hood of a car that was nosing her along a crosswalk.) I think I shall take after her and become a kitty activist. Hmmm, I need to think of a slogan....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But, as usual, I digress. <a href="http://www.walkerart.org/index.wac"> The Walker</a> was predictable, in that the art was so avant garde and abstract that it became boring. Nothing connected to anything else. Rows of brushed aluminum cubes. The iconic 70's artist who had naked women roll in a trough of paint and then roll on a canvas. Sigh. The Walker prides itself on being cutting edge, but the librarian found it quite dull for the most part. Except for the sculpture garden, and this wonderful concept: Artist Designed Mini Golf. Now there's a concept!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SL9XUqsUqnI/AAAAAAAAARs/xxdK6w44r_I/s1600-h/08+08+MN+mpls+walker+art+center+mini+golf.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SL9XUqsUqnI/AAAAAAAAARs/cscdiKLJlS0/s400-R/08+08+MN+mpls+walker+art+center+mini+golf.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Today, the librarian (and Lisa Dean) went to another museum. This one was architecturally designed by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Gehry">Gehry</a>, of <a href="http://www.empsfm.org/">Experience Music Project</a> in Seattle (the librarian thinks <i>that</i> building looks like a booger.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As for the Weisman: talk about your brushed aluminum! It's actually stainless steel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SL9YBEfARAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gywm6-F7WQE/s1600-h/09+08+MN+mpls+university+art+museum+weisman+architecture+gehry.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SL9YBEfARAI/AAAAAAAAAR0/c4H0I0qkBUI/s400-R/09+08+MN+mpls+university+art+museum+weisman+architecture+gehry.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.weisman.umn.edu/">The Weisman</a> is on the campus of the University of Minnesota, and the librarian has personal experience that the bus stop on that bridge above is the coldest place in the world on a Minnesota winter's day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If the Experience Music Project is a booger, than this is a sand castle built by The Mad Welder. What would <a href="http://www.princes-foundation.org/">Prince Charles</a> say? Yes, it's visually interesting, in fact, I rather like it just because of that. I could perch in a window and be right up there with the birds. A few windowsills with pigeons would assist my fantasy, but we all know about <a href="http://www.startribune.com/lifestyle/27179574.html">those pigeons</a>. No Good, No Good!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The librarian's favorite exhibit there was <a href="http://www.weisman.umn.edu/exhibits/DuBois/home.html"><i>Hindsight is always 20/20</i></a>, a project by R. Luke DuBois. She's been talking about it to everyone, so I may as well let her blog a little bit about it, while I go beg Maggie for a treat:<br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>The exhibit was based on an algorithm that took the 66 most-used words from each President's State of the Union Addresses. Lisa and I enjoyed discussing the differences between the Presidents. For instance, Washington's most-used word was "gentlemen" and George W. Bush's most-used word was "terror." We thought Lincoln would have "slavery" in his list but he didn't. The President before him, James Buchanan, had "slavery" as his most-used word. Lincoln's most-used word was "emancipation." </i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>Other things came up: Reagan had more emotional words than other presidents: blessed, needy, victims, honored, love, hearts, etc. And more recent Presidents - say, after Jimmy Carter - used poorer vocabularies than previously. Are they becoming stupider? Or are they just trying to dumb down to the lowest common denominator of their constituents? (I'll bet they wouldn't use the word, "constituents.") </i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>At the very least, it was an interesting overview of issues during each President's incumbency.</i></div><br />
And there you have it: my librarian's review. It was hard to pull something even mildly intellectual out of her. She's all about biking and knitting these days. I suppose she's trying to get in all the fun she can before she starts school in 18 days, 9 hours, and 43 minutes. Ha ha! I'm <i>so</i> glad to be a Cat, with its perquisite schedule: eating; personal grooming; playing with the occasional feather; submitting to caresses, all surrounded cosily by naps. Cat-naps. Yawwwn...it's time for one now. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzPJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-91663466677793099452008-08-29T14:09:00.000-07:002008-09-01T08:48:44.552-07:00In Which: the librarian gets carried away at the Minnesota State FairThe <a href="http://www.mnstatefair.org/">Minnesota State Fair</a>, from what I've heard via human media outlets, is an event which is packed with humans getting sunburns, walking walking walking endlessly on crowded streets in search of <a href="http://fairborne.mnstatefair.org/foodfinder/Results.lasso">food on a stick</a>. The librarian made her plans on the internet. She was amazed to find a daily checklist of events from which she could pick and choose, and then command the computer to print her a personal PDF of things she wanted to do at the fair. Such are the things that make her happy and excited...I was hoping for a can of tuna, myself.<br />
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So she went, last Monday. She picked this day partly because she could watch the stock dog trials. It's about time that dogs went on trial! All that tailwagging and panting. Harumph! I hope justice was served!<br />
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Otherwise, she seemed to spend her time in some strange ways...lots of it centered around food she might eat,<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwLwFvPu6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qZWpbjt96vs/s1600-h/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+mouth+trap+cheese+curds+crowd.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwLwFvPu6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Ttncggbh6ww/s320-R/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+mouth+trap+cheese+curds+crowd.JPG" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">food she wasn't allowed to eat, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwLqSXjlAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/svhxVTWF4IE/s1600-h/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+cookies+ribbons.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwLqSXjlAI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nwd6bIkBWqc/s320-R/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+cookies+ribbons.JPG" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and food she actually did eat (in this case, tater tots with onions, cheese and bacon, on a stick of course! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwMAPuJ46I/AAAAAAAAARE/I7h6XgMmDMo/s1600-h/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+tater+tots+stick+food.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwMAPuJ46I/AAAAAAAAARE/DMxH9t3qa-k/s320-R/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+tater+tots+stick+food.JPG" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And she really walked around the fair like this (but she wasn't the only one):</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwLkfSOjkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7DLRQgKdLks/s1600-h/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+hat+knitting+mary.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SLwLkfSOjkI/AAAAAAAAAQs/poOq21zkUxc/s320-R/08+08+MN+mpls+state+fair+hat+knitting+mary.JPG" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">only because she couldn't find out where people were getting the pickle hats.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She has a couple of extras, so if you're dying to have your own Minnesota State Capital hat, or a pair of "fireworks sunglasses," give her a yell, as the sailor says.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">And if you think I'm miffed that I didn't get to go, then you don't know your Fatty Kitty. Crowds and heat are not my thing. However, that <a href="http://fairborne.mnstatefair.org/foodfinder/details.lasso?id=000141A&keywords=on%20a%20stick&category=">walleye on a stick</a>....</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-11218704239807396922008-08-17T20:06:00.000-07:002008-08-18T06:57:47.278-07:00In Which: I try to ignore an annoying object<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> In this weather, it's better just to keep quiet and be cool. But no, the librarian <span style="font-style: italic;">must</span> taunt me with a noisy, aromatic irritation. See for yourselves. </span><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='387' height='321' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxE9eLk7tt3sSYcZYP9jdWlG53MMDrL0GoGPlXhAJfJrxXbL9jjHS19KSpuQv1Dt-ll78Ne8uBYdBsF5XFk6A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I make no apologies for my fitness or lack thereof. I have just found out that, according to </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://cats.about.com/cs/healthissues/a/agechart.htm">this webpage</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, I am in my 70s in human years. </span>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522692987285940955.post-77211538157066541622008-08-03T18:40:00.000-07:002008-12-10T00:02:13.350-08:00In Which: a large tomato is named in my honor.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, I could tell </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >something</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> was going on. I heard the librarian and her pals saying "fatty" but it didn't really seem to require my attention. Besides, I was busy.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfVYaLiKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/m1YXSjGXz00/s1600-h/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+kitty+nap+bookshelf+.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfVYaLiKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/m1YXSjGXz00/s400/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+kitty+nap+bookshelf+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472838171560098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfVfsSwsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aRJ8FYGNOzM/s1600-h/07+08+MN+4425+cat+upstairs+fk+pj+.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfVfsSwsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/aRJ8FYGNOzM/s400/07+08+MN+4425+cat+upstairs+fk+pj+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472840126579394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfV8TGqNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dBTHEUlb8BE/s1600-h/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+kitty+nap.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfV8TGqNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dBTHEUlb8BE/s400/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+kitty+nap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472847805556946" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfWI6DTAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/uYOUddQZe-8/s1600-h/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+kitty+nap+diningroom.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZfWI6DTAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/uYOUddQZe-8/s400/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+kitty+nap+diningroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230472851190139906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finally they came out with it. They appeared to think that a large tomato growing in the garden was a remarkable event. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhvDy-MmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OV5he7YwL9s/s1600-h/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+tomato+vine+garden.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhvDy-MmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OV5he7YwL9s/s400/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+fatty+tomato+vine+garden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475478338253410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course, they correlated one remarkable event with another remarkable item: Me. So, naturally, they spent quite a bit of time fussing over it.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhuwAKs5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/nVTi7UDH3S0/s1600-h/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+Jon+tomato+garden.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhuwAKs5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/nVTi7UDH3S0/s400/07+08+MN+mpls+4425+Jon+tomato+garden.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475473024889746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And, well, they had to commemorate the event in </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >some</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> way. What better way than to anoint the fruit with a splendiforous moniker: Behold, Fatty Tomato!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhvWLmlaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ukMEKV-jzXI/s1600-h/08+08+MN+mpls+4425+mom+fatty+tomato+earphones.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhvWLmlaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ukMEKV-jzXI/s400/08+08+MN+mpls+4425+mom+fatty+tomato+earphones.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475483273401762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It weighed in at one pound, ten oz. I gave it my official blessing:</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhvkccxxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sN8xHk1WgmU/s1600-h/08+08+MN+mpls+4425+E+legs+fatty+kitty+tomato+sniff.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l8rYSMhaQcQ/SJZhvkccxxI/AAAAAAAAAQc/sN8xHk1WgmU/s400/08+08+MN+mpls+4425+E+legs+fatty+kitty+tomato+sniff.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230475487102158610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> And then it was anointed with olive oil, and...eaten, along with fresh basil, balsamic vinegar, minced onion and garbanzo beans. But not by me. I celebrated with kitty treats. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Much</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> better and they were organic, too. Slurrpp!</span>PJ the Fatty Kittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09343619585122001870noreply@blogger.com9