Ms. Molly

She is seeing other cats again.  Her dear friend MK has been ill, so the keeper left us on Monday night to stay with MK. She came home late, obviously forgetting that we also had needs, and brought home the scent of Ms. Molly, MK's little cat.  The keeper said Ms. Molly is very petite and charming. Cecil says he would like to meet her.  I am not so interested.

Blueberries

 Sunday, on her way home from the St. B's picnic, the keeper pulled into the farmer's market and picked up several flats of blueberries. She has to go to the market because she only harvested 6 blueberries from the bush in the yard. She does this every summer.  She is a bit like a squirrel we think.  She freezes all the berries on cookie trays and then packs them all in quart bags and will eat them in the morning all through the year until blueberry season 2012.  We hear they are good for us.  We tried them.  We did not like them.  She tried to trick us with that dry salmon cat food with dried blueberries mixed in.  No deal. We are carnivores.

More Harvest

The plants look nearly dead, but they are pumping out little tomatoes!

10 Year Anniversary

 Our household was not looking forward to this tenth anniversary.  The keeper has told us repeatedly how she was distressed by the nationalistic self-indulgence which has resulted from the tragic event. So she did not want to attend a liturgy today which glorified flag and country at the expense of the Gospel.  She did not want to sing patriotic songs.  She headed to the Cathedral hoping for something else.  She came home strangely quiet, yet very peaceful.  She told us they celebrated a most amazing liturgy--it was solemn, but deep and better than she could have ever imagined--it was a gentle soul searing.

People, at least the keeper, left that liturgy changed--the powerful music for the Mass for Peace, the absolutely incredible preaching on forgiveness and the requirement for a new way to proceed, the Eucharist itself, and the concluding blessing with candles lit throughout the church and everyone glued to their spots as the bells tolled on and on. Today's gathering treated the day with the sacredness and solemnity it deserved without the hysteria.

Yes, she believes we shouldn't forget...but most importantly we shouldn't forget who we are and how we are called to live..with a different kind of strength, compassion, and wisdom.

Christmas

Neither did she bring us home any Christmas decorations from the Christmas aisles.  This is her first Christmas sighting so far.  Ick. People were actually buying things.

Halloween

The keeper ran out to Costco with a list of five items. She returned home with 15. (Well, you never know when we might need 20 rolls of paper towels...) But she was overwhelmed to see the Halloween costume section which took up more space than the ice cream section. She did not buy us costumes. We are grateful.  She did bring Alice home a nice cardboard box to rip apart, though.

Refrigerator Raider

Alice always waits for the sound of the open refrigerator door. She knows where the salmon and chicken are.  Not the salmon and chicken for cats, but the chicken and salmon for the keeper.  This morning while the keeper was getting something for breakfast Alice pulled down the salmon in the foil.  She did not get to eat any, but the keeper remarked that she could possibly get a job with TSA at Sea-Tac sniffing for salmon flavored explosives.