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Cat Humor


As I was looking through my picture folder recently, I realized that I had accumulated a good bit of cat humor. I thought I'd share it with you in this week's blog post.

Our cat Buddy, who is white once again after his chimney climbing adventure, loves to find new places to sleep. Here he is in Avery's baby seat.

Baby Buddy September

Here are several funnies about where cats sleep:
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Fun with Cats and Dogs


Do you have cats or dogs? Most of my life I've shared living space with animals of some sort — dogs, tropical fish, parakeets, hamsters, cats, and Guinea pigs — pretty much in their order of appearance in my life. House pets can be a huge source of not only enjoyment and companionship, but also work and frustration. Today's blog post consists of some fun pictures of cats and dogs that are sure to bring a smile or two or more.

Some dogs patiently endure a great deal. Here's one that's amazing:

Dog Chalked

More often, though, they get themselves into trouble, as in the next picture....
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Hair Care Challenges


Keep Calm Fix Your Hair

Last Thursday Becka had something happen at home that was a new one for us, and she blogged about it in a unique manner. In retrospect it was quite funny, though it was harder to laugh about it at the time. If you don't check out her post, you'll miss a funny story. I'll just update it by saying that through efforts mostly his own, Buddy is almost back to normal again. Cats are so good at taking care of most of their own hair care challenges.

A while back I read a fun piece called How to Shampoo in French — A reference guide, by Con Chapman. Here's the first part of it:

Forget Iraq, Derrida, and Jerry Lewis. It's time to turn our attention to the principal remaining obstacle to Franco-American understanding: French shampoo labels.

You know what I'm talking about. You're in the shower at a beach or ski house, someone is knocking on the door for his or her turn, and you find that your hostess, worldly sophisticate that she is, has stocked the bathroom with hair-care products from the nation that thinks snails are snacks.

When told to Moussez, nettoyez et répétez, l’un quel est pour faire? (What is one to do?)

You, dear reader, are in luck. The author took two years of French in high school, and most of a semester in college. What follows is a handy reference guide that, if properly laminated, you can take into the shower with you to avoid using the conditioner before the shampoo and spending the rest of your getaway weekend looking like your hair was flattened down with walrus fat. Commençons (Let us begin) our deconstruction of la bouteille typique de shampooing (the typical shampoo bottle)....

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Animal Diaries


Monday of this week was a sad day at our house — we had to have our cat of 17½ years put to sleep. Without going into detail I will tell you that she was growing increasingly miserable and thin from several different conditions, and the vet recommended that we euthanize her. Today's post is in memory of Adelaide.

We got Adelaide in the spring of 1995 as an 8-week-old kitten from the Humane Society. She was an absolutely adorable kitten, a feisty young cat, and a playful yet affectionate older cat who didn't lose her playfulness until the final year of her life. Not only was she a formidable huntress of creatures smaller than she, she was also able to put much larger animals in their place. In my mind's eye I can still see her as a young cat riding the neighbors' yelping chow out of our yard. How dare that nasty dog invade her territory?!

Having a cat with so much personality, we've had several nicknames for her through the years, depending on her role at the time. When she would curl up and purr next to a family member who was sick, we would call her Florence Nightingale. Long after she was a kitten, she still played like one. That perpetual youthfulness would prompt us to call her Doris Day.

In recent years it was her great delight to be on the desk whenever Becka and I were working on the laptop. Since she acted as if she were our secretary, we called her a name that possibly no one but us remembers. When Becka and I lived in Detroit, we were very amused at a recurring TV commercial in which a family was gathered for the reading of the will of a dearly-departed wealthy relative. The line we loved from that ad was something like "...and the bulk of my estate I leave to my faithful secretary Wanda Simone." That is our name for Adelaide that surfaced often in recent months. Here's a picture of our faithful secretary Wanda Simone this past Saturday evening.

Adelaide became more and more fixated on the laptop in her last couple of weeks, to the point of walking on it and even lying on it in our absence. When she walked on it, she had a special gift for opening programs and changing settings. In the picture below, you can see her walking away from a romp on the laptop. In the picture above, it is she who opened the search box on the computer with her footfalls!

You can also see in those two pictures, the second one especially, how emaciated she had become. As she walked around on the laptop, she did some "typing" in the search box she had opened. Below is a screen capture of the results of that prancing. She was able to capitalize some letters and then return to lower case! And in the middle of the string is "bju"!

I wonder if Adelaide would have come up with something like the following, if given sufficient time.
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Cats Get into Some Interesting Places!


Becka posted a picture recently of our cat Adelaide "helping" her with an organizing project.

She gets into some of the craziest places in our house, and at the advanced age of 17 she keeps coming up with new ones! This got me thinking about some pictures in my files, not only on the computer, but also in photo albums.

Here are several pictures I had in my files. I have no idea where they came from. Speaking of organizing....
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