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Yawn

This is how I feel. Could somebody please provide me with a 1 way ticket to someplace that is not here. I am bored and restless and I desperately need to get away. Preferably to someplace cold, where they have sweet tea and cornbread, but no bigots, and the average age does not hover around 65.

Sweet Snuggles

The kitties have decided to be friends. They love each other now. Yay!

Bloom

Guilt

I knew when I brought a new kitty home that inevitably I would feel some guilt and regret for invading Izzy's space with another kitty. She has growled, hissed, and sulked. Last night out of nowhere, when Larry bent down to rub her belly, she attacked. Don't get me wrong, Izzy is a fiesty kitty, but last night she went crazy.

The new kitty, Oz, is locked up in his "safe room" until Izzy adjusts. I gave him a bunch of toys, that Izzy has always refused to play with. If the stuffed mice don't make noise, she wants nothing to do with them and jingly balls bore her. I figured that was safe. I didn't want her to get jealous over what he had in his room. Unfortunately one of the jingly balls ended up by the door and Izzy has parked herself outside that door, peering under trying to get a handle on what is lurking on the other side. She saw the ball and was not happy. Then with a little shaking paw she tried to get it out from under the door. That is what broke my heart. My little Izzy-plums paw shaking. I feel so very guilty.

As I type this though, Izzy has come over and is sprawled on my lap, purring, demanding belly rubs. She must not hate me too much.

Introducing Oz Moses

This is Oz Moses. (Moses is a tentative middle name; I still need approval from his daddy.) Oz is still getting adjusted to the house. Right now he will only venture from the desk chair to the bed and back again. Usually while in pursuit of a hot pink jingly ball. He likes to make tiny meowing noises that sound more like a baby bird than a kitty. He thinks his big sister is a meanie, but is not scared of her growling. He can take her. Like most men he is mistaken.

I have a new kitty. . .

I've been looking for a pal for the Izzy girl for a few weeks and finally found a handsome little boy to take home to her. His name is Oz, but Larry calls him Ozzy. So I was hoping Ozzy and Izzy would be great pals, but the meowser takes after her mommy and can be a little bit of a b@#&h. So for the moment, Oz is sequestered to the spare bedroom where he can be comfy and away from a growling Izzy-plums. Hopefully in a few weeks, they will be getting along or at the very least be tolerant of each other. I'm crossing my fingers and my toes.

Pictures will be coming soon!

Sunday Belly Rubs

My Favorite Things #3

Rocky Beaches

St. John, USVI

Cape Cod, Ma

Acadia National Park, Maine

Searching. . .

For years I have been searching for a starfish whenever I go snorkeling. I am obsessed. Years ago I had a dream that I was choking on several large starfish. For some reason that dream has stuck with me and has created and driven this obsession. Whenever I mention my search to see a starfish in the water, people tell me where to go, that there are always starfish at such and such place. I go and I never find one.

This last trip to St John, though, I finally found a one! I had given up looking and there below me was this starfish. Just hanging out, waiting for me. We played nice for a little while, then the little guy was returned back to where I found him and he slowly scurried off. So now my hunt for the elusive little starfish is over, at least for now. I'm sure they will begin hiding from me once again, in which case I will have to begin searching once again.

Darkness. . .

A thunderstorm rolled through last night and knocked the power out at our house for over 3 hours. I managed to stumble through the darkness and find the candles and matches. (The joy of living in a tiny house is one doesn't have to go far to get anything, which cuts down on the amount of times one trips and runs into things in the darkness.) The meowser lounged on the coffee table fixated on the candlelight.

If only . . .

. . .all road signs were this amusing.

St John

I have just returned from a trip to St John, USVI. My sunburn (where 50 spf did not do its job) has faded already and the 50+ mosquito bites are beginning to disappear. I no longer have a beautiful view off my deck, but I have lots of pictures to remind me of a spectacular week.

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The Meowser and Me. . .

Doors. . .

A Perfect Evening Begins With . . .

Izzy

It has been a few days since I put up a meowser picture. I just can't help myself, she is too cute!

Rainbow Springs

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