In Which: We Discover Our Fashion Heritage.

Or should I say we admit our fashion heritage? Nancy took a picture of Dad in all his sartorial splendor:


We admire both our Dad and our Mom for their adherence to wearing whatever pleases them. What pleases Dad is to mix plaids, belt his trousers firmly around his upper waist (what's an upper waist? I don't know, but he has one), and high white socks.
When the heels wear out on the socks, he recycles them by cutting off the feet and up one side until he has a handy washcloth-sized rag. We are never without a rag in this household. It could be a holdover from when all us kids were messy brats, but probably is related to the fact that Mom and Dad are fervent recyclers. For those of you wanting to emulate Mr. Drew, note that it works best on all-cotton socks. Happy rag-making!
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In Which: we arrive at the farm

Something we have noticed about North Dakota: they like to decorate with faux palm trees. I regret not being able to snap the neon ones we saw around a car dealership, but we did find these outside an establishment known for faux items:

We arrived at Clifford early in the afternoon, and headed down the lane:

Fatty Kitty would love it here. It could be a shrine to the Cat. Here's the screen porch, with a reflection of the yard:

Jim calls this "Yard Art":
Nancy wanted to see the limb that the crabapple lost in the storm a few nights ago:


And Christy took advantage of the bumper rhubarb crop to make a crisp.

Along with the key lime pie that Jim made, we are doing jusssst fine.

Abbiethekitty says HI to Fatty Kitty - she hung around on my lap today.

In Which: Fatty Kitty is dethroned.

The blog has been wrested from Fatty Kitty and is going on the road with the librarian. Of course, he was a little peeved, but that can't be helped.

He must take care of his domain, and I must visit my parents, in the home of my youth - Minneapolis.



The trip started with the drive to Missoula to pick up my daughter, Christy. This morning we arose and paid homage to the corporate gods with a quick jaunt to the big red ball - only because it has a coffee bar - ahhhh -and a wall of sunglasses. For the record, we have lost sunglasses, a contact (lost last night and miraculously found this morning), a debit card (found in pocket) and we're not done yet. So Christy got new sunglasses.

OK, then we went to Albertson's and got bags of food. Can't go on a road trip without bags of food!

We made it past Butte (we called Stef Johnson but she was in Portland). Note the price of gas...
and cruised through the business loop at Miles City - a pleasant looking town. If I had been with the sailor I might have stopped...but, alas, he is on the ship.
So we are now in Bismarck, North Dakota in a small, odd-smelling room of a large motel chain watching the Celtics and Lakers. We made it farther than I thought we would. Tomorrow should be a few quick hours to a small North Dakota town - the home of Jim Erickson and Nancy Drew. Yep, we're going to Nancy Drew's house! Exclusive pics tomorrow only on this librarian's site!

In Which: I Survey My Domain

So sorry to have kept you waiting. Blame the librarian. She's been hogging the computer this quarter, stressing out over her web development class. The poor thing rarely has time to give me a good brushing anymore. Luckily we've had a colder spring than usual, and I can use the extra fur.

But it is warm enough to enjoy the backyard. It is quite pleasant, with the sagging chain-link fence making it exclusive without denying the view. The librarian is sneezing her head off, huddled as she is over the laptop. Despite the pollen, she enjoys sitting outside watching me eat grass and do yoga on the sidewalk (scratches your back at the same time - try it!)
Here is the north side of the yard, as I face east from the little wooden deck outside the back door:


The librarian was pruning that lilac once upon a time, before she realized that not knowing anything about HTML was going to be a big issue. Maybe she'll get around to it after June 8th. Meanwhile, it's home to some lovely creatures that I very much enjoy watching (heh heh).
And here is the south side of the yard, with its bird feeders, much ravaged by squirrels.


Between those two trees are some tulips and grape hyacinth (and some good long grass to chew and regurgitate). The dog that lived here last summer had made it into a dust wallow, so those flowers coming up were quite a surprise. We don't know where we shall hang the hammock now.

And one of the aforementioned squirrels; this one is a mamma. We could tell by the teats and the little squirrels following her about. Here she appeared to be taking a rest, judging by the relaxed way she hung on the lilac twigs for about five minutes. On the other hand, she couldn't have been too relaxed, because she scampered off quite nicely as I tiptoed her way.


And was I complaining about my librarian ignoring me? Well, she does. I am quite annoyed. However, she's come a bit up in my estimation with her purchase of this sweater, honoring The Cat. The buttons are so clever: little Cat heads. Pppppurrrrrrrrrrr. Why won't she let me lay on it?

In Which: Someone appreciates the Cat

We Cats have long been the muse of artists; now those of the science world pay their homage.


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In Which: Fatty Kitty reviews a book

You can imagine my anticipation when the Librarian brought home Cat Yoga: Fitness and Flexibility for the Modern Feline by Rick Tillotson. In fact, look at that cover, and then look at


my friend abbiethekitty.

It should be obvious that my friend has a great talent. That the asana is known as beggingforfood does beg the question: why on earth does Abigail need any more food? But that is not a question for someone named Fatty Kitty to ask, is it?

I studied the pose:
It's just not in me to beg for food. I prefer to demand.

As for the other poses:

...grunt...I am suspicious...

...of a cat that can extend his rear leg straight back! In fact, the photos in the book were obviously photoshopped (one of those new verbs engendered by the computer world), but Abigail's photo is not. It is genuine. If someone wanted to make a real book of cat yoga, I could supply plenty of pictures that are eminently more suitable than these Cat contortionists.

I give this book a dewclaws down for faux photos where authentic photos would be ever so much more inspiring to those of us who love to stretch. Mreow!

Note: the reviews in this blog are the opinions of Fatty Kitty only, and not of the management.

In Which: Fatty Kitty flatters the Librarian

Well, she was getting pretty frustrated. Every time she tried to make an avatar, something would happen. The buttons would stop working. One avatar site tried to sneak a Live Web Search program onto the computer. Another had rude pictures on it. It was enough to make a librarian swear. (Note: my librarian swears all the time; she's married to a sailor. But she knows where not to swear.)

So I had to do it myself. Voila: a librarian avatar:


I put her in her favorite season, doing one of her favorite things. And if she's a little younger and skinnier, well I couldn't help it. I couldn't find an old avatar. I did it for her, because I am so fond of her, and I think of her welfare constantly. And this has nothing to do with getting in trouble by sleeping on those clean towels in that open drawer in the spare bedroom for the last week.

Now, the next thing is to find a very dignified avatar. I picture myself with well-groomed salt and pepper hair, a beard and mustache, a bit on the stout side, with a deep, slightly ironic voice. A pleasant picture. Drat, no voices on an avatar. I would be wearing a suit. A tux, I think, yesss. I think I shall have to nap on this for awhile. Alas, the drawer is closed. However, I spy a feather bed that has been left out while the sheets are being washed. That will do nicely. Shnore.