Caged or Not, that's the question

 "Lynn, I'm so glad you have this back up for me. I really

haven't understood a puppy spent the night in here."

When the French Poodle, Mora was here for a very brief

12 hours, we put the cat condo in the spare room for the

puppy to sleep in.  This saved them dragging the dog cage

in out of the van at 1 in the morning while Precious and I

were sleeping.  The shelves meant for cats were removed

as Mora only needed to bed down on the bottom.

This cage was bought decades ago and the shelves

made much bigger than what it came with.  Seney lived

in this non-stop.  It was hers to sleep in and sit in and

ponder life in.

Then along comes Precious, and her interest is not the

same.

It has been folded down and in the basement for the past

couple years.  Precious had stopped climbing into it no

matter what window I had rolled it to for her to see outside.

You know how cats are, never doing what you think they might.

"Really, Lynn, I do what I want, not what you expect."

So now the condo has been up and in front of the spare

room window for a few months.  And Precious sometimes 

sleeps in it during the night. And she likes the window to 

be open to smell and hear the outside.  Who knows when

she'll finally tire of it again.

Above is a Bald Eagle eating a fish it caught out of the river. There are

2 active nests I bike by, and they are only about 3 miles apart. Our

rural county has 17 active nests. In 1972, after we just about killed them 

off, we had 2 nesting pair.  Now our state has more than 700 pair.

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Wild Flowers

                                       "Lynn, I betcha ya got swarmed by skeeters

                            taking these pictures."

Goldenrod

Virgins Bower with Monarch

Native Sunflower

Wild Sweet Potato Vine

Joe Pye Weed

Iron Weed

Bee Balm

                                        

                                                                            Jewel weed

And my most prized jewel, Precious.

"Thanks, Lynn."

And a Happy Birthday to one of my readers, Willie,

September 21, I have seen.

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What a Party

 "Lynn, look who's here for a visit. Jo Jo of the Great Pacific North

West!  Her mom made all the plans for us."

You can not imagine my surprise to walk into the living room and 

find that Jo Jo of  cats-astrophic-events.blogspot.com  here for

a party.  Evidently the girls had arranged for a catnip tea party

with tuna cake frosted in cream for lunch.

"I used my best Goldfish China for this."

The girls ducked into the play house and I heard lots of laughing

and meowing.  I turned my back for just a minute and then I guess

that is when they ducked out the back door of the play house and

flew off to Jo Jo's.  I didn't know Precious had a passport. 

I don't even have one!

"Oh Lynn, I'm having so much fun. Jo Jo showed me her

mom's wonderful bed for a nap. Then Kozmo shared his

butterfly collection.  Cinnamon gave me a sweet lick and

then Marv had me in stitches with his crazy jokes."

The next thing I knew, Precious was in her bed-tent, tuckered

out and sleeping off jet lag.

I can't thank Jo Jo's family enough for inviting her, unbeknownst to me,

to visit and have a great time in the Great Pacific Northwest.

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Share the Trail

"What are you saying, Lynn! You visit with cats besides me?" 

I thought I'd share some photos of a few cats I have

shared the Rail Trail with this year.

The one above was on a path I accessed by driving about

40 miles to get to the parking area.  A trail that only goes

from one village to another one, no interconnecting with

long paths.  I did 35 miles round trip that day.

I thought this fellow had quite lovely grey markings and he

or she, was very friendly.  I don't think a feral cat, as I

was at a tiny village in the middle  of the trail and close

to a Christmas tree farm.

This ginger boy is still gainfully employed at the grain elevator.

I met him one time only last year and once again this year.

I believe he gets very little time off work to visit with

bikers. But is he ever a talker!  I think he was complaining

about lack of pay and an overload of work.

This young cat was acting as crossing guard for me

to bike through the intersection.. Once again, close

to a farm and I stopped to recommend it find a more

suitable job.

And this kitty lives at a hobby farm. Not exclusive kind, just ordinary folks

with full size horse, mini horse, llama, 3 or 4 cows, goofy looking geese

and ducks, a couple dogs and a few cats.  I only ever see this one sitting at

the door waiting for someone or something to happen.  It reminds me

totally of Precious, you know you see it too.  Pudgy and all grey.

"Lynn, we grey kitties have a reputation to maintain.  And a body

to go with the rep!"

And the tree destruction is underway.

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Fountain of Dog Youth

 "Lynn, I thought we were all done with puppies by now."

I did take a picture last summer of the dog fountain in my

big little city.  But I also wanted to share an artists' painting

of the same on the local small town pet store.

Who ever their artist painter is, I do believe them to be very

talented.  I have seen other art on the store windows, but

this one is special as it is modeled after downtown fountain.

Of course, it is not complete as they left off the cat and the

blue birds at the top.  So I guess the artist is canine breed.

"A picture of me ought to fix that problem, Lynn.

Don't just show off my ear."

And here's Precious' ear as she watches a 

yellow Tiger Swallowtail on a spindly

zinnia on the patio. The butterfly is just below

the orange flower on the right of the photo.

Sadly Hurricane Ida was devastating.  I live 1200 miles north of

Gulf of Mexico, and the storm was so huge we received 1 1/2 inches

of rain from it up here.

 

For me, it has brought in a cool spell, for the deep South, it

has ruined lives and homes. 

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