Category Archives: pets

They’ve Grown a Little

DSC_0225-1 It’s been awhile since you’ve seen the kids, can you tell they’ve grown?

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DSC_0439-15They still look out of their eyes at me the same way. I hope that never changes. The rest of their anatomy can just grow up around the portals to their soul and let their eyes remain unchanged. Unjaded. Unblemished. Believing.

I figure I still got a few years left.

A few other things are still the same around here.

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DSC_0267-3Daisy. She’s still fat.

Me. I’m still fat. I don’t have a picture but we look quite a bit alike.

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DSC_0434-13Other than that we’ve just been sitting around doing nothing.

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DSC_0214-1Oh, except for a graduation.

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DSC_0162-4Oh yes, and a Prom.

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IMG_5410-4The rest of the days were spent looking out at the horizon wondering what life was bringing next.

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DSC_0462-16Today it brought a trip to the waterfall park.

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DSC_0354-4Remember the waterfall park?

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DSC_0263-2You’ve got to leave your shoes behind.

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DSC_0382-6You know it’s going to be a great place if you have to leave your shoes behind.

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DSC_0370-5The water wasn’t very deep, but it was deep enough to do this.

Wading and splashing is all you really need to do if there is a promise of peril on the horizon. Peril is just to the left there, out of frame. It’s a roaring 50 foot drop over the falls.

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DSC_0385-7He’s looking at it now. The place The Mom will not let him go.

Would they stay alive without us?  I’m thinking it would be Lord of the Flies and broken eyeglasses all over again.

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DSC_0390-10Tristan has found a way.  “No, you can’t go into the middle, the current is too strong,” I said. Would you believe he’s in ankle deep water here?

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DSC_0389-9It’s an optical illusion.

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DSC_0388-8Trust a boy to find a way to vicariously participate in shoulder deep water.

But where’s the girl?  The girl loves this place.  Do you know what she’d be doing if she were here?

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DSC_0175-1Catching frogs.

Her brother saw this picture and pronounced her eyes the same color as a toad.

Alas, she is not here. She is in California and my heart is with her.

Maybe that’s why the dishes aren’t getting done , my heart just isn’t in it.

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DSC_0404-12McKenna, come home soon, we all miss you. Daisy is getting fatter by the day.

The dishes are piling up.

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DSC_0471-7And we’re all missing the girl with the toad-colored eyes.

He Said He Wouldn’t Do It…

DSC_0400-4Do you remember me talking about The Christmas Morning Family? They gave Sawyer a couple of bows for his birthday. And not just any bows. These were bows that were handmade with PVC piping, twine and padded hand grips.

Tristan grabbed one and shot away.

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DSC_0395-2This is why bows are ideally suited for outdoor use.

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DSC_0403-5He said he would never shoot at anyone.

Anything didn’t make that list.

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DSC_0264-7Pippin remained happily oblivious.

Danger? Here? In my tree sanctuary? Surely, not.

That’s one way to get a cat out of a tree.

The Christmas Goose

DSC_0243-1Our tree is up.

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DSC_0261-6Although, I don’t expect it to stay that way for long.

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DSC_0258-1It’s really just one, big, cat toy, isn’t it Pippin?

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DSC_0250-3I can’t say I blame him; it is his first Christmas.

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DSC_0272-3This is exactly where I would be if I were a cat.

I’d climb up there now, if I could. The kids would never find me.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom?

Where’s Mom?

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DSC_0297-1It will be our little secret, okay Pippin?  The napping tree.

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DSC_0265-2 We know how to do Christmas right.

What They Hold Still For…

20130902-DSC_0334Hello, flea-bitten, mitten kitten.

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20130902-DSC_0330 Do you know why we allowed your flea-bitten, mittened self  into our home?

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20130902-DSC_0329I have to confess, it wasn’t your cuteness.

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20130902-DSC_0332Don’t complain, it’s still a very good reason.

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20130831-DSC_0315It’s because kitten scarves require the wearer to be stationary in most instances.

And stationary hardly ever happens around here.

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20130831-DSC_0319Before you came, there was a lot of tussling and wrestling, but hardly ever any holding-still.

Shall we show the folks why we call you a mitten kitten?

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20130902-DSC_0373Thank you, that was most helpful.

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20130902-DSC_0383With those paws you’ll be climbing the walls along with the boys in no time.

 

 

Did I Really?

20130724-DSC_0084Did I really try my hand at making a Welcome Home sign for Mckenna and fail miserably?

Yes, yes I did.

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20130724-DSC_0085Did I really think of helium balloons tied to kitchen chairs to celebrate her arrival?

No, no I did not. Those were an afterthought. What I really got the helium balloons for is in this next picture…

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20130724-DSC_0089Did I really greet my daughter at the airport with helium balloons tied to a dog?  HER dog, the same dog that didn’t get walked the whole two weeks Mckenna was gone because I wasn’t quite well enough to do anything about it?

Yes. Yes I did. And I’ve got the sore arms to prove it.

Was it worth the odd stares as Daisy pulled me through the crowds, dodging luggage carts that threatened to roll over her tail?

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You bet.

 

 

He Stared at Me

20130629-DSC_0049 This is not our dog.

We went to the dog park to let our dog run around and this dog took up residence at my feet. He stared at my camera like it was a tennis ball.

It was a little unnerving.

I tried to make polite conversation, then took the hint and asked, “Do you want your picture taken?”

Jokingly, I snapped this shot and then was astounded when he promptly walked off like that’s exactly what he’d been waiting for.  The old guy who owned him witnessed the whole thing and was laughing his head off.

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20130629-DSC_0050 This is a weed.

I wish I’d known that when I had Tristan weed the garden back home.  I had him leave all the white “flowers”.

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20130629-DSC_0056This is also a dog park weed. I asked Tristan to steer clear of the pretty purple flowers too.

We are not gardeners.

Our garden is now full of pretty purple and white weeds. I wonder if the neighbors saw me inspect and pay for the good weeding job my son did, further cementing our position as the weird Americans on the block.

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20130629-DSC_0064These are dog park berries. (Probably not their official genus.)

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20130629-DSC_0068And I’m guessing this is also a weed.

Weeds and dogs.

They were staring at me, I had to oblige.

The sad thing about this story is that Tristan has a whole lot more work that he didn’t even know was comin’ his way.

The Peeking Pictures

DSC_0036Shots from a couch.  This is what you get when you’re on crutches and can’t do laundry, clean the bathroom, tidy the mounting disarray, or make dinner.  You sit and see interesting light and beg the kids to bring you your camera. Then you snap away at what’s there.

Blurry kitties.

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DSC_0065Jupiter is about to be bothered.

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DSC_0069Can you tell he’s slightly bothered here? I think a cat owner could tell a heightened sense of dismay between the first picture and this one. That’s because I wanted more light to fall on his face so I asked one of the boys to move the blinds. This child heard: grab the blinds and move them erratically until they sound like a tool box in a clothes dryer.

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DSC_0109Would that have been your handiwork, Sawyer?

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DSC_0125Or was it Tristan?

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DSC_0129One of you was busy reading on the couch. I guess we’ll never know the truth.  Jupiter knows…

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DSC_0133But he’s the kind of cat that can keep a secret.

He Licked the Bowl Clean

A businessman once told me he licked the plate clean in a restaurant, much to the horror of his colleague. Then the manager came over and told them the staff had a running bet– the first person to lick their plate clean would get their entire meal for free. Well then!

Today was the closest I’ve ever come to serving something appreciated that much…

  DSC_0617We usually feed Butternut peanuts.

“Mom, is he even going to be able to get these nuts open?”

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DSC_0626“Oh, yes. It’s what he was made for– the original nutcracker.”

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DSC_0633But then something happened that surprised even me.

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DSC_0639Butternut picked up the nutmeat with his teeth, held the nut shell with his hands, dropped the nutmeat back inside and used the shell as a BOWL.  I ain’t kiddin’.

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DSC_0641And it was good enough to lick clean.

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DSC_0644Num, num.

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DSC_0648Scouring the remnants for more.

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DSC_0654Um, excuse me, we seem to have run out of nuts over here?

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DSC_0656Perfect!

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DSC_0657We were hoping we could watch another fascinating nutcracker display, but Butternut had other ideas.

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DSC_0658Thanks for the breakfast, gotta run, this one’s going in my stash…

We don’t know where he lives but he visits every Tuesday for a refill.  The walnuts ended up being a big hit but you know what my mom brain thought of?  Broken walnut shells on bare feet this summer.

Finding the potential for harm in any given situation– it’s what we moms do.

We “Decorated”

We put up the tree earlier this month and it took exactly 24 hours for it to be re-decorated…

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I heard these Special Op’s guys go through special training so they can lie motionless for days to accomplish their mission.

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Some are more conspicuous than others.

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It’s never just a tree.

It’s an opportunity.

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An opportunity for battle.

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And beauty sleep. You’ve got to be ready for the sneak attack planned for dawn.

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I guess they’ll be taking the Camaro.

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The cat did not survive unscathed.

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That actually looks rather comfy. I wonder if there’s a cat big enough to be my recliner. Wouldn’t that be great?! And then when they purred it would be like your very own massage chair.

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It might just be easier to skin a bunch of cats and upholster a massage chair yourself. You’ve heard of a bear skin rug?

The cat skin recliner.

This could be huge.

The Penguin Post

I learned something about penguins…

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Would you have guessed that they can scratch their head while only standing on one foot?

It doesn’t seem feasible.

We were lucky to have hit the penguin area at feeding time. The penguin handlers have developed some sort of training system that keeps things orderly. There was no penguin mobbing…

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Every penguin waited patiently for its turn.

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A little polite clearing of the throat always works to get you noticed.

“Ahem.”

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One for you,

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And one for you.

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“That should have been mine.”

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Everything was going smoothly until a fight broke out in the ranks.

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And you know what?

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It looked just like my house.

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You could tell that the handler knew each penguin by sight and appreciated each of them as a separate personality.

His care was very evident. I wish I had gotten this next picture crystal clear. At least in focus–See that penguin with his head bowed?

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He came over for a hug. They liked their handler.

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Some of the more shy penguins would hang out on the periphery until the bossy eaters were done. Then the handler would look straight at them and pat the ground.

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And they would come.

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This little guy ate his fish.

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Then stayed to chat.

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Such a cute little penguin.  I used to feel sorry for them cooped up in a cage. But not when I see how loved they are.

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I wonder if given the choice, would they choose the wild raging ocean, or the gaze of that handler’s eyes?

Both!