Mox

It is Friday, so here is Moxy. She is rooting for the Georgia Tech Yellow Jackets and the Atlanta Braves this weekend.

Go Jackets! Go Braves!

Bored Now

Summer doldrums. Hot. Sticky. Boring. Ho hum.

Long Weekend CatBlogging

Moxy can't wait to party.

Afternoon Sun

Winding Down...

You didn't think a little thing like vacation would stop me from catblogging, did you? Friday is our last day of vacation. We'll be winding down with a less ambitious schedule, taking the scenic route from Moab to Grand Junction. The return trip on Saturday will consume our entire day.

A big public THANKS to Mom for spending most of her week at my house with the cats, taking care of them and providing love. She's good at that.

Rawr

Looking for love in all the wrong places.

A strange male has been hanging around outside my house.

This tomcat hasn't figured out that my two spayed females will NEVER be interested in him. He's trying very hard -- strutting around, marking territory, trying his best pickup lines on the girls. Zima is surprisingly tolerant of his presence. No fighting yet. I think Moxy would kick his ass if we let her out. Since we don't, she can only glare at him from the windows or the porch. That leaves Silvio to defend his territory alone. He's not having such a great time with it. They mostly have loud confrontations rather than actual fights, but Silvio never seems to get the advantage. His chief strategy seems to be finding new and creative places to hide. At least there has been no bloodshed.

Maybe Romeo will find a willing female elsewhere in the neighborhood and move on. He's a friendly guy. Handsome, too. I wouldn't mind him being around, except for his caterwauling and spraying.

Green Eyed Girl

One more time for 2009

Time to get this blog back to normal, and squeeze in one more catblogging post before the end of the year. Santa brought me a digital SLR camera, so the cat photo quality should improve in 2010, at least in theory. This one was taken with the old pocket camera. The new camera doesn't have any lenses yet. Probably a good thing, because I won't be tempted to start using it before I've read the instruction manual.

Moxy

My Three Cats

This was the scene last Friday afternoon as we were leaving for Callaway Gardens. Typical. Moxy is chillin', Zima is sleeping, and Silvio is stuffing his face.

Eating Mr. Jones

Moxy gets her greens.

Moxy Down Under

Muzzy-Headed

This pretty much sums up how I feel this week.

Overstimulated Kitties, Little Miss Neurotic, and the Letter P

The cats got a bunch of new catnip toys for Christmas. They are officially overstimulated. Did I mention that many of these toys are filled with catnip? Good times...

Little Miss Neurotic (Moxy) has licked herself a bald spot between her shoulder blades that doubled in size overnight. That earned her a trip to the vet today, and got me out of work early -- just before they brought in a patient with active tuberculosis! I'd call that perfect timing. I'd rather not be exposed to TB any time soon. The Moxinator got herself a round of antibiotics and a cortisone shot. We'll see how it goes with her. If she won't leave it alone, we may be pulling out the e-collar. The horror.

Thanks to Kat, I've got another meme to do. This one is the “Brought to you by the letter…” game. I'll let Kat tell you how it works:

"You leave a comment on this post, and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on."

Kat assigned the letter P, which turned out to be harder than I thought. But it all worked out. Here are ten things that make me happy AND start with a P.

Physics - I liked it enough to major in it three times and to make it my career.

Planets - I don't know how anyone can look at the Voyager or Cassini mission photographs of moons and planets and not be in awe. Or how about Saturn, eclipsing the sun with the night side illuminated by its own ring system? Wow.

Pandora - I've been exposed to dozens of artists and hundreds of songs through Pandora in the last year and a half. In that same time period, I discovered exactly one new song by hearing it first on the radio (not counting NPR, which is also a decent source of exposure to new music, especially on the NPR Music website). Pandora is by far the most effective way to find new music that you'll love on our blue planet's world wide web. By "new", I mean new to me, not necessary a recent recording.

Pinot noir - I like almost all of the red wines. This variety boomed in popularity after being favorably mentioned in the movie Sideways. It's a good movie, but don't take every line in it so seriously. I still drink "fucking Merlot". Seriously.

Peppercorns - the finest of the seasonings. My favorite. Freshly ground (coarse, of course) pepper will perk up any dish.

Peaches and pecans - that's Georgia food, y'all. There is nothing like homemade peach ice cream on the 4th of July. Except maybe a big slice of pecan pie.

Planting - I love gardening. From picking out the plants to getting my hands in the dirt, there is no better way to ground yourself than plant and take care of a garden. Can be herbs or veggies, a wild cottage garden or a small container garden. I will always have a garden of some sort.

Paul Johnson - Georgia Tech's first year football coach who made football on The Flats fun again, PLUS he beat Georgia for the first time in what seemed like forever. Superman wears Paul Johnson pajamas.

Photography and Photoshop Elements - I've always enjoyed photography. I may have gotten this bug from my Dad. Now I have his old cameras, along with a small collection of vintage models that are fun to play with if you can find the film. Digital photography makes it easy and cheap to experiment and try new things. And since I got Photoshop Elements, I can rid my photos of many of the flaws and limitations of both camera and photographer. And maybe even make some art. Or lolcats. There is room in my life for both...

PDM - saved the best for last! He puts up with my crap AND he cooks for me. Plus there is that crazy little thing called wub.

Catblogging is Back!

Gotta get the new year started on the right paw.

Moxy Has Moxie

Unlike Silvio, Moxy took the crowded house in stride last week. She was comfortable in spite of the chaos and friendly with everyone. Plus, she had all the toys to herself and lots of people to play with her. Silvio spent most of the long weekend hiding in the closet and under the bed. Zima was outside sunning herself and chasing critters during those brief intervals when she wasn't napping.

Silvio 2.0 and extras

Silvio is back to his old self again. Well, almost. The hair will grow back. But not the other stuff...

Oh, and just for LL (and The Offended Blogger, and Kathleen, and Kat again, and JennyLu, and The Offended Blogger, and Kat yet again), here is an extra special addition to this week's catblogging post:



If you can't get enough cheesy 80s video madness (or Adam Ant), how about Strip? And I dare you to watch Goody Two Shoes without at least tapping your toes.

Whazziz?

Moxy and Silvio check out the destruction.

The shower walls and tile floors, along with a lot of drywall, are now in the dumpster in our driveway. We'll be shopping for a sink and toilet this weekend. In the "good timing" department, this weekend is a statewide tax holiday for energy efficient and water saving appliances. So we won't be paying any sales tax for the toilet. Somehow this does not make me excited about toilet shopping. Never done it before. Not really looking forward to it. I'll probably have a hard time getting through the experience without making a lot of sophomoric jokes.

And speaking of sophomoric jokes, we'll be tailgating early for the Georgia Tech vs. Duke game on Saturday. The early start means two things: mimosas and sausage balls. Guess what happens when I drink a few mimosas and am around sausage balls? That's right! Raunchy sophomoric "ball jokes". I've got a million of 'em! PDM is already practicing rolling his eyes in advance. He does not share this aspect of my sense of humor. He's not a fan of ball jokes, salty or not.

Mox

It's Friday. You know what that means...