Jean Claude just came back in -again . I let him out in the back yard this morning. He was visiting my neighbor’s yard but my other neighbor let her dog out and he and Jean Claude are not so chummy these days. I tend to leave Jean Claude outside and close the door. He’s a pretty large cat and he can take care of himself. Roxie, a female Japanese bobtail, is so tiny I encourage her to come in when I do as she really seems to lack a sense of direction and has been known to run off and stay out all night. Jean Claude – I know eventually he’ll knock to let me know he wants to come back in the house or he’ll cry out. Bombays, I’ve read, think they are dogs. Jean Claude certainly fits the mode. For sure he knows he’s a “male.” Last night I came in pretty late , around 11, and he just breezed right past me when I opened the door and escaped into the night. I just let him go hang. I wasn’t chasing him. Around 2 am I heard him at the front door and came down and let him in the house. Typical.
Monthly Archives: April 2010
Spent little time working my garden this weekend. Still too cold at night to plant annuals. My rosebushes seem to be staving off black spot for now. I have some salvia that is starting to flower a bit so I’ll let the rain and the sun do their work. Hopefully next weekend will be good for planting.
It’s been a week since I’ve had the pleasure of daily life with Jean Claude and Roxie. They’ve spent time enjoying their other residence with their mom CCL. Roxie did go missing for a brief spell. She was located behind the washing machine, a favorite hiding place.
This evening I started putting out some of their toys in preparation for their return this week. Later I’ll put out their water bowl(filtered of course) and their dry food dishes. It’s interesting how easy life is when we prepare for the good – not just the bad stuff . Busy week this week, so I made mac and cheese with three cheeses…decided to leave bacon and tomatoes out. Also made Mexican pork chops – The recipe follows:
Three or four Pork chops (m’ais oui)
One yellow onion
One small can of tomato paste
One cup of water
One can of whole kernel corn
One can of red beans (drained and washed)
Olives(the big kind)
One cup Rice ( I prefer brown rice)
Heat oven to 350 degrees
Slice the onion into rounds and cut them in half
Season the chops with season salt and chilli pepper
Brown the onions and the chops in a pan or a skillet ( I prefer cast iron)
Remove the chops from the pan and set aside, leave the onions in the pan
Add to the pan or skillet the uncooked rice, water, tomato paste, corn(undrained), beans(drained) – Stir, season mixture to taste and then place the chops on top
Garnish with olives(LOTS) and bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes
So the first night I brought the cats to my house, it was a nice warm night. I let the cats out upstairs and Jean-Claude stayed out there ALL night. He came in the in the morning to get his breakfast. He is definitely like the the unruly teenage son except that there’s no downside to him staying out. He likes it, he doesn’t jump off and I still get the nice breeze.
They’ve been at my house where Roxie has been causing a bit of trouble, but they’ve settled down. Unfortunately, I’ve had to fly to Houston for a few days, but I’m hoping to get to go home early.
It’s been a long few months for me so I’m looking to get some rest soon!
Well, the cats are at their other residence (their mom’s house) for at least a week. I went to visit them today. Jean Claude rushed to greet me and rubbed against me as I entered the house . Later he instructed me (with three simple pats to the blinds) to pull up the blinds to the front window of my daughter’s house. My daughter had a special cat seat built on the window and Jean Claude sat there for awhile. Roxie, who many of you know is always all over me when at her other residence (my house) was no where to be found. CCL told me later Roxie did make an appearance. I’ll go for a visit later this week.
Truth, we didn’t call my father’s mother Grandma or Grandmama. Her name was Viola but us grandkids called her” Me-Me” and her husband William H., ”Pop”. Me-Me was an amazing woman. She was very tall and beautiful. My daughter, Catz aka CCL, looks like her. Me-Me raised my dad and his siblings with a tough hand in a predominately white neighborhood in Steubenville , Ohio, an interesting neighborhood choice for an African-American family in the 1920s. You see, my great-grandfather owned three houses in the neighborhood and gave one to his oldest son my grandfather, ”Pop. ” Viola also desegregated a hotel in downtown Steubenville by staging a one-woman sit-in in the lobby at the local hotel which had refused (up until the sit-in) to let African-Americans enter through the front door. Me-Me could cook too. Thought about her today while making chicken which brings me to the story about her and a rather unique family pet.
Here’s the story: my father (Bob) and his four siblings (Vivian, Janet, Delores and Harvey) and my Uncle John (Pop’s younger brother who was the same age as my dad), well, ok you get the drift…lots of kids…and a pet chicken. The chicken would prod and cluck and perform about for the children. However, the chicken didn’t like Me-Me — to the point of even hissing or whisping at her. One day Me-Me went in the yard and the chicken pecked her – and then — it vanished. To this day the chicken’s actual fate remains a mystery. My aunt Vivian often said “I don’t know what happened to the pet chicken but I do know we had chicken stew for dinner that night.”
My friend Gwen told me yesterday the story of her family cat, a real ferocious hussy named Dusty Apparently birds were not enough for this tough feline. Rabbits and other wild animals were also in the cat’s pervue - their remains sprayed across the back lawn of the family residence. Seems Dusty liked everyone else in the family but didn’t really take too kindly to Gwen. The menacing looking critter regularly smirked and growled at her when Gwen returned home from school and no one else was present. One day smirking was not enough for Dusty who jumped claws out and latched onto Gwen’s leg where he remained for a brief but painful period of time. Alas, Dusty met a rather gruesome end. While travelling the highway one bright sunny day, Dusty, according to witnesses, was hit by a semi truck. Gwen upon reflection believes no mere car could have put an end to Dusty’s furious furry fury.
Roxie & Jean-Claude went to the vet today. They are in perfect health except for one extra pound. Me thinks that’s due to Azeena’s feeding. JC especially knows how to get that perfect meow and beg like he’s never been fed in his life. He’s over 15 pounds now while Roxie is almost 8.
I told the Vet about Roxie’s adventurous tendencies and how she likes to sleep on top of the water heater. He warned me that she could get Carbon Monoxide poisoning so I just need to figure out some way to secure that door so that I can keep her out of there!
He also said the tooth she lost isn’t painful for her and she’s good!
That picture that Azeena posted was too cute. So I have been busy and said that I would be posting, but it is hard. It’s been on my to do list.
Anyway, I have been trying to wrap up one project, finish another project and then try to live my life in between. So the cats were at my house and I realized that I missed them a lot. Roxie showed her displeasure that I had left them by peeing on my coat and sheets (looking at my while she did it). Jean-Claude of course was his normal nonchalant self.
The are both very very sweet. I did go to Banff this past weekend for a day. It’s part of the Canadian Rockies. It was a beautiful country, but I think I prefer the Green & White Mountains of Vermont & NH. I love the colors on the trees in the Appalachians. On the east the mountains are older I believe and less raw feeling.
Today, Wednesday, is trash day so Jean Claude and Roxie usually spend a short time outside. They don’t like the noise from the trash trucks. Well truth is Roxie doesn’t like loud noises of any kind. Jean Claude had some intense discussions with birds before moving to a spot under my porch. I shut and locked the back porch door and forgot him for a bit. He stood at the door, crying loudly. I opened the door and he ran in and went straight to his food bowl.
I recently pitched my Page -A-Day calendar. This particular one was supposed to encourage busy women to live balanced lives. Instead it seemed to dose out reminders about how unhappy I (or busy women) should be with my (their) choices. Daily it carried admonishments about what I was (women were) doing wrong and how the way I (we) lived was depressing and overwhelming. (Even a female four-star general didn’t escape the invalidation of the calendar writer. The general was criticized for not having enough militant feminism in the way she acknowledged her family during a speech about her career). It’s the third calendar that I’ve trashed this year. As someone in the message business with an intense job, I want daily messages that fill my soul and inspire me. Tomorrow, a page-a-day calendar decorated with flowers is scheduled to arrive. Flowers are silent but beautiful reminders that spring is here. It was a lovely spring day today. Jean Claude and Roxie spent time outside while I sat in my big wicker chair trying to gain back spiritual sanity – lost because I let the shoulds get to me over my daughter’s decision to go to her business destination a day early. My mind went wild with ”I should be doing so and so or I should be doing this…and of course I should remember that if people have plans that don’t include me they don’t want me (a horrible selfish should).” “ The Shoulds” should be listed as diseases for the agony and misunderstanding they cause.
Gradually I found peace again by remembering to let those I love be who they are, just as a great power does that for us all on a daily, hourly basis. So now I am celebrating the peace of this particular day and the miracle it holds for me and hundreds of millions of people.
Just stopped writing for a moment…thinking.. “I should check on Jean Claude, he’s still outside.” Roxie came in a while ago.” Sure enough Jean Claude is outside resting comfortably under the big beautiful tree that is in MY backyard.