The Great Catfood Caper of 2014

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We feed two stray cats on our porch.  One is a little gray tabby (GT) whom I’ve never been able to photograph, and the other is a gorgeous orange long-haired beauty that we have named “Orange Kitty”.

Surely you can come up with something better than that? Surely you can come up with something better than that?

So much for imaginative monikers, huh?  He/she is really pretty and we try very hard to get him/her to let us get near enough to pet him/her (OK, enough with the pronouns, I’m gonna call this creature a girl!), but she is just too skittish.  She does, however, know where her bread is buttered and she makes numerous daily visits to the food and water bowls, all the while keeping a keen eye on her surroundings.  The pictures are a little grainy because I had to use my zoom.  I looked super sleuthy hanging around the corner of my porch, camera at the…

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The Great Catfood Caper of 2014

We feed two stray cats on our porch.  One is a little gray tabby (GT) whom I’ve never been able to photograph, and the other is a gorgeous orange long-haired beauty that we have named “Orange Kitty”.

Surely you can come up with something better than that?

Surely you can come up with something better than that?

So much for imaginative monikers, huh?  He/she is really pretty and we try very hard to get him/her to let us get near enough to pet him/her (OK, enough with the pronouns, I’m gonna call this creature a girl!), but she is just too skittish.  She does, however, know where her bread is buttered and she makes numerous daily visits to the food and water bowls, all the while keeping a keen eye on her surroundings.  The pictures are a little grainy because I had to use my zoom.  I looked super sleuthy hanging around the corner of my porch, camera at the ready, trying to get a picture of her eating.

Coast clear?

Coast clear?

No sign of that crazy Siamese guy or that plump lady cat who takes naps all day.

No sign of that crazy Siamese guy or that plump lady cat who takes naps all day.

Those groundskeeper dudes really scare me!  Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy my lunch?

Those groundskeeper dudes really scare me! Can’t you see I’m trying to enjoy my lunch?

OK, so I was feeling pretty smug in my efforts to capture this clandestine kitty eating her cat food on the sly.  Orange Kitty left the porch with her tummy full, but there was still plenty of cat food in the bowl for GT if he should make an appearance.  I sat still for a bit longer hoping to catch him, but instead I began to notice this guy…

Coast clear?

Coast clear?

This bird was acting all cray cray and weird.  He was looking over his shoulder and making chirp noises and hopping from one porch rail to the other.  Then he did this…

closer...

closer…

closer...

closer…

BINGO!  Birdy buffet time!

BINGO! Birdy buffet time!

He got a nugget of purloined Purina in his beak and…

BAZINGA!

BAZINGA!

He flew off to his little birdy lair to enjoy his snack.

I was thrilled that I got this on camera.  Since then I’ve seen this guy on the porch a lot.  He always waits for the cats to leave and then he makes his move.  I think he may be a CATBIRD!  Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.  I am so funny!

And I can’t leave you without your daily dose of cuteness overload.  Get ready!

BAM!

BAM!

🙂

 

Sweet Sylvia

An adorable animal lover visited our home this week to pet a kitten and a bunny.

Meet Sylvia

Meet Sylvia

She''s an expert kitten wrangler.

She’s an expert kitten wrangler.

She's also a very professional bunny petter.  Look how she multi-tasks with her sippy cup!

She’s also a very professional bunny petter. Look how she multi-tasks with her sippy cup!

Sylva makes a strong fashion statement with her Hello Kitty chapeau and her blue flowery crocks.  She also has excellent taste in Grandmothers.

No, this is not her MOM.  This is her MeMe.  I think MeMe must have been married at the age of 11.

No, this is not her MOM. This is her MiMi. I think MiMi must have been married at the age of 11.

Please tell me Sylvia’s grandfather isn’t named PiPi.

Sorry, Bill.  I had to go there.

🙂

Speaking of Mike…

Yesterday you met a neighbor and friend of mine.  Mike is one of the founding fathers of our neighborhood and one of the friendliest fellows you could ever meet.  He’s sort of a Renaissance man of sorts, and one of the things he’s most known for is his green thumb.  Heck, what am I talking about, his whole hand is green!  I passed thru his yard yesterday and was overwhelmed with the beauty so I went home to get my camera.  I came back and documented one of the loveliest places you could ever be on the first day of May in Alabama.

I usually approach his back yard from the alley.  Yes, this is the BACK of his yard.

I usually approach his back yard from the alley. Yes, this is the BACK of his yard.

Now before I go on, let me suggest that you wait to read this post when you can either get home to your laptop or desktop computer.  I took a TON of pictures and you should see them on a full screen.  If you are among the over fifty crowd (present!) , you may even want to don your reading glasses so you won’t miss a leaf, petal or thorn of this unbelievable garden.  OK, now that you’re totally ignoring me, and continuing to view this on your smart phone, I’ll continue. 🙂

Approaching the first of five arbors on the side of his house.

Approaching the first of five arbors on the side of his house.

Yes, this is real.

Yes, this is real.

Keep walking thru arbor # 2.

Keep walking thru arbor # 2.

Look left and this is the back porch.

Look left and this is the back porch.

Look even "lefter" and this is the front of the garage.

Look even “lefter” and this is the front of the garage.

A closer view of the back porch.

A closer view of the back porch.

Get back on the path.  Take a seat here if you're breathless and your retinas are burning.

Get back on the path. Take a seat here if you’re breathless and your retinas are burning.

Arbor # 3.

Arbor # 3.

The fallen rose petals add to the magic.

The fallen rose petals add to the magic.

Arbor # 4.

Arbor # 4.

JUST...

JUST…

INCREDIBLE!

INCREDIBLE!

At this point, you might be wondering how he does it.  Some may whisper that he’s made a deal with the Devil, but this is highly unlikely given that Mike is a Minister, a pillar of our community, and all-around good guy.  He and his wife Sue just work REALLY HARD!

This is an exact replica of his little white church in the country.  It's pretty close to life size too.

This is an exact replica of his little white church in the country. It’s pretty close to life size too.

This is the last arbor (# 5) that opens to the front of his house and the Avenue of the Waters.

This is the last arbor (# 5) that opens to the front of his house and the Avenue of the Waters.

Front of arbor # 5.

Front of arbor # 5.

On the sidewalk crossing the front of his adorable little cottage.

On the sidewalk crossing the front of his adorable little cottage.

Mike and his sidekick Cuppie.  Too bad Sue wasn't home for the picture.  Mike's better half is a babe.  :)

Mike and his sidekick Cuppie. Too bad Sue wasn’t home for the picture. Mike’s better half is a babe. 🙂

About to walk down the other side of the house when I spot his Neighbor on the porch.

About to walk down the other side of the house when I spot his Neighbor on the porch.

This is Philip.  He's our neighborhood trouble maker.  Watch out for this guy!

This is Philip. He’s our neighborhood trouble maker. Watch out for this guy!

And these guys too!

And these guys too!

Heading down the right side of the house now.

Heading down the right side of the house now.

Mike has commandeered one side of Philip's house for his roses.  I'm pretty sure Philip isn't too  upset about it.

Mike has commandeered one side of Philip’s house for his roses. I’m pretty sure Philip isn’t too upset about it.

Thru the last arbor and into the back yard again.

Thru the last arbor and into the back yard again.

Turn around for one last look and you're done!

Turn around for one last look and you’re done!

Now I would NEVER suggest that you should tromp thru Mike & Sue’s yard without permission, (I do it all the time) and I certainly would never divulge his address, (Ask anyone, everybody knows Mike) but I do hope that if you should happen to see them in their yard sometime, that you stop and ask if it’s OK to take a stroll thru the paradise that is their garden.  You might get an impromptu horticulture lesson or at the very least, you’ll meet some really cool people who just happen to be my neighbors.

Ain’t I lucky?

Happy Spring!

 

 

KittyBunnyPuppy

My pal Mike has a very cute little dog named Cuppie, who drops by occasionally to chase Buster.  Buster is mildly amused by this strange-looking creature and doesn’t seem to mind the minor harassment.

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Mike and his baby.

In my humble opinion, this little Australian Shepherd  and my little Holland Lop are two of the most unusual and beautiful pets in our neighborhood.

Duh!

Duh!

OK, this thing is pretty cool too.

Can anyone identify this creature?

Ewok?

I wanted to show my new foster kitten to Mike, so I went in and got Stormy out of his little man-cave.

Cuppie wanted to "herd" Stormy, but he's not allowed to be in the yard so I took him back inside.

Cuppie wanted to “herd” Stormy, but foster kitties aren’t allowed to be in the yard so I took him back inside.

Look for another post about Mike tomorrow.  His yard is beyond description this year.  You must see the pictures to believe it.

TTFN!

🙂

 

Meet & Greet

Lil’ Stormy is pretty lonely.  Having all your siblings drown and losing your mommy is rough on a tiny little puffball.  He met a new friend yesterday but this chick didn’t have fur so he didn’t quite know what to do with her.

She's harmless Stormy.  don't let the crazy eyes fool you.

She’s harmless Stormy. don’t let the crazy eyes fool you.

Rowdy was mildly interested but she had lots of napping to do, so she didn’t really have time for the little guy.

Are you my mommy?

Are you my mommy?

I put Stormy next to Mulder, but the little guy started to nurse on him! Mulder was NOT amused.

That was quite uncomfortable!

That was embarrassing!

There seems to be some other cats his size in the house, but they’re not responding to his charms.

Should I tell this dude it's not December?

Should I tell this dude it’s not December?

Maybe these guys will play with me.

They look pretty wild and crazy!  Mostly wild.

They look pretty wild and crazy! Mostly wild.

So if you find yourself with nothing to do, please drop by to share some love with a sweet kitten who’s all alone in the world.  Until Mr. Mulder decides to take on his kitten duties, Stormy’s human parents will do the best they can.

😦