St. Ignatius Day

The morning started off dismally--clouds, rain, mist, our pillows on the deck all wet.  We were bummed.  But eventually the sun came out and we stayed out into the evening.  The keeper went walking and all was happy again.  We are hearing rumors that she may be going to the beach. We don't know if we are going with her or if we will have a cat nanny. Alice tells me that if we go with her we have to travel a while in cages and then have to wear harnesses when we go out.  There are bears and coyotes and cougars that eat cats there.  Maybe a cat nanny sounds safer. And we can sleep in our own beds.

A Beautiful Restful Day

The keeper spent a very restful day, reading, writing, walking,

and thinking about her life and how rich it is. We were happy to accompany her in her solitude.  Cecil got to eat coconut ice cream at the end of the day.  So did the keeper.  Alice liked the roasted chicken.

Happy Birthday, Phil!

It was so sunny today Cecil had a hot stone massage in the side yard.  Happy birthday to our friend Phil, Mr. President!

Our Harvest

We had a lovely surprise the other day.  A bean.  Yes, a bean.  One bean.

We should be grateful for the fact that we are getting anything at all.

It's Blue! (And Jackie Kennedy's Birthday!)

Well, loyal readers, she went and painted the door blue.  It was tricky and took two coats, and Cecil had blue paint streaking through his fur as he leaped through the cat door opening just for fun.  Thank God it was water based.  Now all the keeper has to do is to scrape all of the windows where the paint splattered.  These little projects are never that little.  We warned her.  But she got it finished at 11:30 last night and today we let it dry while she ran around entertaining her friends from other places.  We think she got the painting bug out of her system for another summer.  What will it be next year? 

Day 3 of Vacation--We Paint the Kitchen Door

                                 Before                                      After

She sanded, taped, put plastic up, and went to work.  So, now the door is primed.  So is Cecil.  He ended up with a big white patch of non toxic Mystic paint on him when he kept running through the hole where the cat door usually is. Tomorrow she was going to put white semi gloss on it.  But it seems that so much white is overwhelming the kitchen.  We may end up with a Greek Blue door.  What do you all think?  As long as we can have our cat door, we are happy with any color.

Still Waiting for the Sun's Return

We are getting a little wiggy.  The keeper had to put the flower bouquet outside  because Alice's allergies were going crazy.  She sounds a lot like a pig--snort, snort.  I have been doing  lot of grazing on the grass on the side yard.  And so I have been coughing a lot, trying to get those hairballs up. The keeper did read an article today by Temple Grandin which said that black cats are the best and most gentle.  So I guess I qualify because I am mostly black with patches of white.  I am a peaceloving feline, for sure.