Jean Claude and Roxie have returned after a rather peaceful weekend at CCL’s house. Well, except for yesterday when Roxie apparently jumped from the second floor deck into CCL’s neighbor’s yard. Roxie hollered for help. Jean Claude hollered at CCL who, sound asleep, was unaware of what happened. Unfortunately I am wide awake sitting at my computer trying to do some work and JC and Roxie have been raising heck. A mad chase through the house has been going on for several minutes now; so fast it’s hard to determine who’s chasing who…maybe it’s the rain.
Scare-D Cat
My cousin’s husband doesn’t like cats. He and my cousin came to visit recently. Roxie and Jean Claude performed. Jean Claude jumped atop the living room chair where he was sitting and motioned for the blinds to be risen. Roxie stood guard at the door. Several times Roxie also rushed the chair where he sat. Did I say my cousin’s husband is an Air Force hero?? ( and a wonderful person) but Jean Claude and Roxie spooked him good. He said the scariest thing was when Roxie pushed the dining room chair aside so Jean Claude could hop up and take a seat.
For those of you who asked..here’s the famous “Pinky the Cat” video….the original…Too funny!!
Kitty-Kat Puppet Show- Ah Vanity
Roxie is prissy. I’m told most Japanese bobtails are somewhat particular. She, I feel, even more so. Once she came in the bathroom and motioned to and tapped the toilet paper when she had a particular ..hmmn…problem. Those of you who read this post regularly know Roxie and her “brother” Jean Claude, a black Bombay, have two houses( my house and my daughter Crazy Cat Lady’s house). While the laser pointer is still her first choice, lately Roxie has been enertaining herself with a new toy at CCL’s house. The toy is a small stuffed skunk shaped like a cigar with a bright pink feather boah around its neck . Part of the fascination I think is it looks a lot like Roxie or at least has the same coloring. Something about watching the black and white ornament dangling from the air fascinates her. Maybe I’ll buy her a pink feather boah or loan her the one Aretha Franklin gave me years ago.
A Matter of Time
The glass potpourri bowl that rested on the stand at the top of the stairs lost its long battle with Jean Claude today. He regularly dipped his paw in the bowl to scoop out some potpourri for daytime play. This morning JC tipped the bowl over and it shattered. The stand is still in mourning.
Some of you know I often hum to the Jean Claude the title theme to the 1960s TV show “Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.” Here’s the song link from YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0-x7MUYmns&feature=related
Planticide
As I write this I am enjoying pomegranate lemonade…ahh. Spoke with Miss Georgia today (my moma and CCL’s grandmom). The giant monster plant that once dominated the living room is no more. Mom came downstairs this morning to find the plant on the floor, its clay container in pieces. No one in the house including my mom, cousin or sister heard the plant fall. It had been sitting on a large table — placed there by my sister when she moved back to Cleveland from DC eight years ago. It was just a small thing back then but it grew and was at least five feet high and probably as wide. Last time I saw the plant it looked something like the one in Roger Corman’s 1960 film “Little Shop of Horrors. ” I could just imagine it saying one day “Feed Me.” Anyway the plant fell at some point overnight. My mom, in an effort to rescue part of it, gathered the remains and put them in a pot of water on the back deck. “You know,” she told me “After awhile plants just commit suicide. They’re done and that’s it.” Guess that’s what happened to the petunias I planted in April.
Cats & All That ™ 