Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Well, I'm really sitting at the bottom of a giant silver maple looking at squirrels. The little buggers never get quite close enough....
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Hmmm, well she did hike up to Avalanche Lake.
I suppose that counts.
However, tomorrow she will be going somewhere completely new. How trepidatious of her. Trepidatious. I am not sure that is a word. If it is 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.
Well. So I tell her, she had better be careful of those bears. 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 I would.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
I looked up the date of the Rolling Thunder Revue, 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 Me.
Bob Dylan looked a lot
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.
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 Little Pink Houses album used to reside in her yellow Sony Walkman (remember those?) when she walked up to the "M" on Mount Sentinel in Missoula. I was around for that. I looked like this (since everyone else is getting a "younger" picture):
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.
However, I must briskly shake that off. Trucks have been arriving,
roadies set up a big tent in the parking lot,
a stage in the outfield (center - right),
and a regiment of blue porta-potties stands alertly at strategic points.
I hope the Librarian enjoys herself. She will if she remembers her earplugs. Loud music gives her a headache.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Of course, this is the Librarian's fault as per usual. She would 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:
Cats do not run all over the desert;
Cats cannot leap at the perpetrators' throats (and threaten to tear them out, even. Egad.)
Cats can't smell as much - oops, I mean as well - as dogs.
But if I can be allowed to make a case for Cats:
A Cat could distract the perpetrator, by running between his/her legs, scratching, or a loud yowl at the right time:
A Cat could pee on something, rendering it unusable (or at least thoroughly disgusting). This would be helpful in disarming weaponry, for instance:
A Cat can eat grass and puke next to a pertinent clue....
Oh Holy (Furry) Balls. I cannot believe I am even discussing this.
The odd part is...I don't mind 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.
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.
Er, no. Mweowww. Better.
Mwwwwwwow. Mwwwwow. Well, this is exhausting. But there - it's time for my nap anyway.
Friday, February 26, 2010
|signed, the Fatty Kitty|
Sunday, December 27, 2009
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.
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.
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.
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 vampirish towards the Woolly Mousekin. Or maybe that's just because I've been reading the Twilight 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
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Eh bien, je dois partir maintenant.