Cat Love
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Beholding Beauty
While I was playing with my new toy utilizing my new business tool [READ: AWESOME NEW CAMERA!!!], I was watching Lizzie Cat
Who was watching the Scrub Jays and Sparrows and Finches
Who were eating from their feeders
And who could (but didn’t) camouflage themselves in my Heavenly Bamboo.
And we were all being watched by Beautiful Berry.
I knew I had a beautiful front yard, but I didn’t know how beautiful until Kodak showed me.
Things will never be the same!
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Better
Lizzie and I are both feeling a little better today.
Remember this picture of her? I took this with my old standard Sony digital camera. The kind that works well, fits in my pocket, and is great for outings such as Disneyland.
Lizzie Cat
Then I got my new camera. And I took this picture of her. It took me only five minutes to install the software and transfer from camera to computer to blog. How awesome is that?
It’s better, right?! The color, the detail, the shading.
It’s just much better.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Sick as a Cat. Dog. Cat.
Where did that phrase come from, anyway? “Sick as a dog.” What’s that supposed to mean? There’s nothing quite as sick as a sick dog? I beg to differ….
There’s another reason Lizzie Cat has been extra cuddly and loving the Vicks VapoRub with me.
My pretty kitty doesn’t feel well. [You’re all “awwww”-ing with me, aren’t you?!]
She’s been a little more lethargic than usual, and a little more cuddly. A little warmer than usual. And a little more cranky. She’s got Kitty Fever. So I’m loving that she’s letting me take care of her. My human child is too old for this kind of love and affection.
So Lizzie and I are going to just chill out today. I’ve been reduced to buying actual cough syrup at the store. I don’t do well with medications, so I’ve avoided this for a week. But I’m not getting any better so I finally got the store-brand knock-off of Robitussin DM. I’m already in the “I so don’t care about anything, even if I cough” state of mind. In another hour I’ll prob’ly be in bed. If we’re not asleep, we’ll be watching The West Wing on DVD. I’m halfway through Season Three. I love this show. I watch my DVD’s every winter.
Well, if you don’t hear from me for a few days, it’s because I’m either to sick to write; or too busy with my new camera and chocolate-making gadgets.
Oh, who am I kidding… I’ll be back tomorrow. I always am…
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
The Eyes of a Cat
I had writer’s block for today and I when I asked Dot what I should write about, she said, “The Eyes of a Cat” and offered up this little prose:
“Piercing yet Pretty
Gold or brown
Blue or green
or black
A glass sphere
protecting the canvas
of those speckled eyes
Each unique
Like a fingerprint.”
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
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