tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57516453588244686442024-02-18T22:13:50.309-05:00Ernest's ImportanceErnestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-86660051191304134982007-10-31T18:37:00.000-05:002007-11-05T06:45:39.345-05:00Ghosts from the past.......return, of all days, on Halloween. <br /><br />It has been a long month here: at various times Feeders were traveling for work (we encourage gainful employment to ensure vital supplies), at other times, they were stricken with what seemed to be the earliest human colds of the season.<br /><br />Their energies were thus diverted I suppose, and rest assured Fritz and I were as supportive as possible. <br /><br />It does seems as though all's getting back on track: witness the following...<br /><br />Last night there was a feast, of sorts, prepared in our kitchen...I was watching carefully...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqzb2jSDJSVDqNQw4aU600sdcBy3ikeGC2kBSr6xpHeQTea2bniD7fkq2KNVtLmp7OmSdCdgxikKYsqvC2n1kz8FXEsAiNf8ACiJ2_zd4LN7IcTwxKMw-Xs4_1iDuVQaquj7ONf7UHe0/s1600-h/IMG_2298.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqzb2jSDJSVDqNQw4aU600sdcBy3ikeGC2kBSr6xpHeQTea2bniD7fkq2KNVtLmp7OmSdCdgxikKYsqvC2n1kz8FXEsAiNf8ACiJ2_zd4LN7IcTwxKMw-Xs4_1iDuVQaquj7ONf7UHe0/s320/IMG_2298.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120601442330289634" /></a><br /><br />Even Fritz pricked up his ears....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYIsyexwSBCGBuliTp8LhzdXbQtXXejx6BbtCFdTuuImyF4750t-_CPfRie58evafffMwWDYsmBlbLzSPRNwDydL36BCNsV7fffc138lI6eRKzlkuG2AQ3Gb1gxZs63xFx0JNg9WaZPs/s1600-h/B0000405.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYIsyexwSBCGBuliTp8LhzdXbQtXXejx6BbtCFdTuuImyF4750t-_CPfRie58evafffMwWDYsmBlbLzSPRNwDydL36BCNsV7fffc138lI6eRKzlkuG2AQ3Gb1gxZs63xFx0JNg9WaZPs/s320/B0000405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127638220429587554" /></a><br /><br />We were happy that they must be feeling better enough to cook a hearty meal. <br /><br />To be honest though, we were also happily anticipating the possiblity of any left overs from this main course..... the aroma of which which was causing our whiskers to twitch somewhat..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOneKfz9nJ7n_qGXwdOaOVpqHiHZfIURqYr397AWAweJ7TJ-L2fDGAiHXYWQqtISBIjOl3Uvm3l34ThXeY5wpP-e-dqeT0R3E1o3v-KkcgakMiNw2Y07-T6Q_X-Qc2oX05iPEz5mqwX_I/s1600-h/IMG_2283.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOneKfz9nJ7n_qGXwdOaOVpqHiHZfIURqYr397AWAweJ7TJ-L2fDGAiHXYWQqtISBIjOl3Uvm3l34ThXeY5wpP-e-dqeT0R3E1o3v-KkcgakMiNw2Y07-T6Q_X-Qc2oX05iPEz5mqwX_I/s320/IMG_2283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127640617021338738" /></a><br /><br />Hmm..Salmon. Big Salmon. Did they really eat all of that themselves? We had high hopes of rich pickings around the table...<br /><br />Well, I'm afraid that, in return for a rather generous helping of cat treats, we promised not to tell! <br /><br />A trick I suppose, but we did get our treats...and we hope you did too.Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-89214183010374309402007-10-04T18:30:00.000-05:002007-10-04T19:35:06.830-05:00Fritz takes the high groundOnce in while, (rarely, but once in a while), I surrender the high ground to Fritz. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4Xd8lS1Xq58Pcm8c-OmnMyVrEkVoyG2oKNMty_LbSDMLlJoIXUXdVXX9OdWohyphenhyphencx5SD4gwnp2pWY0YADAsRIsbQMEiEZlSWX8noxLRbmE_Fdl4W3euY8S_4KuDdiaOh5lAi6YU5H5VA/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI4Xd8lS1Xq58Pcm8c-OmnMyVrEkVoyG2oKNMty_LbSDMLlJoIXUXdVXX9OdWohyphenhyphencx5SD4gwnp2pWY0YADAsRIsbQMEiEZlSWX8noxLRbmE_Fdl4W3euY8S_4KuDdiaOh5lAi6YU5H5VA/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117631584114255266" /></a><br /><br />He is older than me after all, so it helps him to feel "in charge", and that makes him more easy-going in the long-run. I haven't told him yet that it's all calculated on my part: really, I'm in charge when he thinks he is. If he feels dominant, he's happy.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_r5WGP0dmfSTcQgWHlYXpc8yv4ybqustPPITl1HTNLD7TNgZ-zmqTuBjRyqdBiNiW2fjSFy5rbA15bqtXmawE8SdMi-V-9WSJ89G-rTJqQhAertBNOcMbHxrqFFB5Nk2YqmVS2bLpDJM/s1600-h/IMG_2271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_r5WGP0dmfSTcQgWHlYXpc8yv4ybqustPPITl1HTNLD7TNgZ-zmqTuBjRyqdBiNiW2fjSFy5rbA15bqtXmawE8SdMi-V-9WSJ89G-rTJqQhAertBNOcMbHxrqFFB5Nk2YqmVS2bLpDJM/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117632022200919474" /></a><br /><br />Mind you, the Feeders do point out to me ocassionally that I'm really wasting my time with my covert operations because, frankly, Fritz doesn't really mind as long as he gets his food and Feeders' love, and that he will countanance anything I do just as long as the food and love keeps flowing. <br /><br />Mainly though, as long as the Kitty Cat Cafe is always open for Fritz, he's a happy camper, and happy to let me feel in charge.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7baUvLpY4Wy__R0GVXu9fnylMvJxT1Q41-3xd7R3lYkfOoAYvk1X6TGL6N3wdcbA-7aeFY_4Z6tig2rMfXZ6DPO3zR6kspahweKLByq06jx7a6UzWcsW48KDKDH8GuczHtxq9yOWspWw/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7baUvLpY4Wy__R0GVXu9fnylMvJxT1Q41-3xd7R3lYkfOoAYvk1X6TGL6N3wdcbA-7aeFY_4Z6tig2rMfXZ6DPO3zR6kspahweKLByq06jx7a6UzWcsW48KDKDH8GuczHtxq9yOWspWw/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117634642130970066" /></a>Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-42651206474635455372007-10-02T18:16:00.000-05:002007-10-03T20:00:21.058-05:00No Parachute required.I sleep often on the chair in the hallway. I do sit there wide-awake too, mainly when a feeder is trying to use it to sit and put on their shoes. For me, it's a very comfy chair. It's close to the bicycles, my jungle gym, and close to the front door, source of entry for feeders; i.e. all-around good spot. But in a deep sleep, I sleep like this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7Y4Q4YKHaUeL-yppGlzq2kK5uZx3WusmsYrWIsMayJpedf72RJZoIQ1CdxZLvt7RigAVjZq7paN_g95ArdKrQVIOAyyp_uglNnC5u34Xwbbq7ACFkUED3NzfzVK1oWyh-5KhDGoPYCk/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7Y4Q4YKHaUeL-yppGlzq2kK5uZx3WusmsYrWIsMayJpedf72RJZoIQ1CdxZLvt7RigAVjZq7paN_g95ArdKrQVIOAyyp_uglNnC5u34Xwbbq7ACFkUED3NzfzVK1oWyh-5KhDGoPYCk/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116885054373700930" /></a><br /><br />So, this is to say, (and this only applies when "they" are away), I often tuck my left leg improbably back and around and under - as so:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduqyO1yQ92imlKoY4MzKPs2GCUp_PGhkDmcUA9c9rUapC0Rqrq7Nf5stTsnqp55ujTkH1bw2B6xphvjTaTaBqaBAZd5LQPk7-dF5EtRHXdaVHtBbKx7kIY5CDqp72FlAgvtUoqabLcok/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiduqyO1yQ92imlKoY4MzKPs2GCUp_PGhkDmcUA9c9rUapC0Rqrq7Nf5stTsnqp55ujTkH1bw2B6xphvjTaTaBqaBAZd5LQPk7-dF5EtRHXdaVHtBbKx7kIY5CDqp72FlAgvtUoqabLcok/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116902637969810818" /></a><br /><br />The first time the feders saw this, they thought I had fallen onto the chair from a great height, that it was an emergency and so and they almost called the emergency services...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQ6CO0ofU1YSraPzvp3nOhVt9fiLp78RhSNwVSDUu7HpnI9-ZTSk_PRe6hC4X585pGpGTzsi00EIWTX8HMfrwoGKyyUyEjmEyTezf3qXJ2Fi6qR-t_FobqjhJhzo_Pe78Yu_RGrV-a9I/s1600-h/IMG_2263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQ6CO0ofU1YSraPzvp3nOhVt9fiLp78RhSNwVSDUu7HpnI9-ZTSk_PRe6hC4X585pGpGTzsi00EIWTX8HMfrwoGKyyUyEjmEyTezf3qXJ2Fi6qR-t_FobqjhJhzo_Pe78Yu_RGrV-a9I/s320/IMG_2263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116885947726898514" /></a><br /><br />Of Course, now they know that I will awake, stretch, and like a butterfly, emerge from my apparent crushed state in all my, well...they have the words for it, ask them!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVn85A7VNlmWJwfCyp3VmcNsIhrsW7OJLv9qRkwsQQ50tywZCyX-gI5J6I_JHnwA23eG66cyFOzG3q9F62O-nTKFF57uESqOs0OuIwb4hC0K8Gw41j3BxDXW5OVZSdPjCkwW4Q7dDygE/s1600-h/IMG_2242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVn85A7VNlmWJwfCyp3VmcNsIhrsW7OJLv9qRkwsQQ50tywZCyX-gI5J6I_JHnwA23eG66cyFOzG3q9F62O-nTKFF57uESqOs0OuIwb4hC0K8Gw41j3BxDXW5OVZSdPjCkwW4Q7dDygE/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116888941319103842" /></a><br /><br />So now they refer to that posture of mine as the "Ernest forgot his parachute" position. I don't really know what to say about that. But, since you may well ask, I say, it's wishful thinking on their part, as i'm very much up and running.<br />I did ask Fritz, but ,well,he's seen it all before and so he's not too easily impressed with my antics.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKu8SC_Nu-UN3qY3-xWDtT3s80j4GJkA_Ls8qOOL7fBY4jQbhhR1xY5bfpQCyAbbJ_bnGrJYaaZtD793hmunjM031QPpcl_O12uy5b6R98vdmB1y3CT16ktc4WU3wJ7-bmJIfKGqg2waI/s1600-h/IMG_2243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKu8SC_Nu-UN3qY3-xWDtT3s80j4GJkA_Ls8qOOL7fBY4jQbhhR1xY5bfpQCyAbbJ_bnGrJYaaZtD793hmunjM031QPpcl_O12uy5b6R98vdmB1y3CT16ktc4WU3wJ7-bmJIfKGqg2waI/s320/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116904368841631122" /></a><br /><br />Please let us know if you nap in a most peculiar posture too..I'll let Fritz know!Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-35173256390368534652007-09-26T19:19:00.000-05:002007-09-26T20:36:22.128-05:00Under, and above, the InfluenceWell, it's time to spill the beans: Fritz likes his catnip. It's never done anything for me, but then I was born in a Harlem basement and was fed chinese food scraps, if I was fed at all. <br /><br />So I'm not much good when it comes to "organic". Fritz, on the other hand, has always had a weaknes for "The Nip". Anyway, we have a few scratching pad options, as indoor cats do. These traditionally are "hubs" for Nip distribution. The old floor model, seen here, wore out:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlsuF_sJhmzCdBozBuFzaf2WjCN2SO0zoLfXjqaxWKRBjO9gHtcl6S9OX1EnY4UbiCQGmEsfrAsQKesl8029giTWpZchEpd1bw_OrKfG8bGUJsq4paoq8R9uEjG16jaLTQk6Ksf5R7_c/s1600-h/IMG_2163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnlsuF_sJhmzCdBozBuFzaf2WjCN2SO0zoLfXjqaxWKRBjO9gHtcl6S9OX1EnY4UbiCQGmEsfrAsQKesl8029giTWpZchEpd1bw_OrKfG8bGUJsq4paoq8R9uEjG16jaLTQk6Ksf5R7_c/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114685876499326210" /></a><br /><br />It's been replaced with a new one; it was introduced to us with a little sprinkling of cat nip, and Fritz was a happy partaker: here he is in a a happy (hippy?) state, maybe imagining the music from all those LP's (er, records; things we had before cd's) behind him?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyb1M8rDDvLCbN4pwGmeN7C_2Qr6uOxyWS0VXMJ00qMCHHPm19Mcdebmp28tc31p3XjqpRqpIftvA2KDnID8ghAK0iO8ZED-FtIBQtpiQDvVc_FxoDcK9Ty3NyS5um-3fCGcU30XMNz_A/s1600-h/IMG_2192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyb1M8rDDvLCbN4pwGmeN7C_2Qr6uOxyWS0VXMJ00qMCHHPm19Mcdebmp28tc31p3XjqpRqpIftvA2KDnID8ghAK0iO8ZED-FtIBQtpiQDvVc_FxoDcK9Ty3NyS5um-3fCGcU30XMNz_A/s320/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114687315313370386" /></a><br /><br />I chose to observe from my perch in the bookcase above:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnL47X7n9oQqqBjRP_CeJdLYbm13xiwON-sGa5mQKr_ZykgVJsqr4O2YjfnxTT-O35GtQ9d90DkoYlgHGwquODDyPDAcr3786QO6CsAtgg3WPegtm4P5UCQT06LUQ-w-clK5alDUGspY/s1600-h/IMG_2217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKnL47X7n9oQqqBjRP_CeJdLYbm13xiwON-sGa5mQKr_ZykgVJsqr4O2YjfnxTT-O35GtQ9d90DkoYlgHGwquODDyPDAcr3786QO6CsAtgg3WPegtm4P5UCQT06LUQ-w-clK5alDUGspY/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114688590918657314" /></a><br /><br />Sure enough, Fritz looked happy with "his" new scratching pad, he settled down for a (yet to be concluded ) nap:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEE5st5cRbrqmU1GYtFIHtzRbEEPGdXXliaP3i_uQafBKji-g0z1vxxSPaBKX9FSoxdt9rJ5rda0kW-kSlVYkiaRu6p4V3RW8k2qhZuHCFcAFDGbHrFlUafTGdM2MAPBPs60_-QRhGiuo/s1600-h/IMG_2193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEE5st5cRbrqmU1GYtFIHtzRbEEPGdXXliaP3i_uQafBKji-g0z1vxxSPaBKX9FSoxdt9rJ5rda0kW-kSlVYkiaRu6p4V3RW8k2qhZuHCFcAFDGbHrFlUafTGdM2MAPBPs60_-QRhGiuo/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114689570171200818" /></a>Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-58655677944907000622007-09-24T19:01:00.000-05:002007-09-25T19:37:51.458-05:00Short-term Memory?The Feeders camera kept telling them they had a "memory error". At least one of them just shrugged his shoulders and agreed.<br /><br />And they say we cats are the only ones with short term memory. <br /><br />The other Feeder, being a little more technologically adept, realized that maybe we just needed a new memory card for the camera to solve the problem. Thanks to Amazon, a new card for the camera arrived today - the Feeder is still searching Amazon for his replacement memory chip...<br /><br />So, testing, testing, 123... the new chip last night was put to work. Random poses on my part; much rehearsed on Fritz's behalf.. but that's his way:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5vusiqj2vdFkxGB7FUAuK1QIp4qACHYZLuaB1M5welTMK6HHkevxZAaoHbv2a0TIuQy2s9kcCiV_5jD-q5KSMj-mVc_YvP4F00DPO3TjzeMm5GSgwPdgqoMD4-1fu0616O2BAGVCJv4/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5vusiqj2vdFkxGB7FUAuK1QIp4qACHYZLuaB1M5welTMK6HHkevxZAaoHbv2a0TIuQy2s9kcCiV_5jD-q5KSMj-mVc_YvP4F00DPO3TjzeMm5GSgwPdgqoMD4-1fu0616O2BAGVCJv4/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114288196887454914" /></a><br /><br />Fritz and the dragon continue to work on their relationship...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUI1V1R9LX53RmVcxplPkNddebvezIQGKbnpnO44TUuD1cdsPACoKWjAIxS4g0cOk23W92jNCJE9jQXh621ZsDMKpGLLj_t78EnfBqnx3l3N6YnAS3VVR-9cRBaft7rLXnQkdxYupUVR8/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUI1V1R9LX53RmVcxplPkNddebvezIQGKbnpnO44TUuD1cdsPACoKWjAIxS4g0cOk23W92jNCJE9jQXh621ZsDMKpGLLj_t78EnfBqnx3l3N6YnAS3VVR-9cRBaft7rLXnQkdxYupUVR8/s320/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114288836837582034" /></a><br /><br />Stand-offish, I think it's still fair to say?<br /><br />Of course, I didn't want them to post this... just because their camera works again: I think I look like a vampire that had dental care on the national health (U.K.) But I do like hiding behind the telly, and disturbing the horse statue:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8_kST89NzH6VofyHEylvOHGKoC1c8uRVb2rHprw1b7sxwIXclvM18QPumQuSWldCxe0rT-STf_6WQovihcCaf4ui-a1_96BVed1GPNtZLSX4pakhBJmDfCDeoYXWJJ9UZTiPCUHfT9A/s1600-h/IMG_2140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8_kST89NzH6VofyHEylvOHGKoC1c8uRVb2rHprw1b7sxwIXclvM18QPumQuSWldCxe0rT-STf_6WQovihcCaf4ui-a1_96BVed1GPNtZLSX4pakhBJmDfCDeoYXWJJ9UZTiPCUHfT9A/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114291456767632626" /></a><br /><br /><br />A Chinese horse as it happens. If the Feeders choose to show you one day, the next "endangered" ornament is just around the corner. It's African. My Interest in the statuary is , how does it shatter?Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-5282107335440027622007-09-21T19:32:00.000-05:002007-09-21T20:41:44.374-05:00Another SeasonIt's officially "Fall" here in New York, so we hear. The English Feeder seems uncertain if it's officially Autumn at home as well, but there has been a noticable Autumnal chill here in the early morning in the past few days.<br /><br />I like it when it isn't too hot, and here it too often is. After all that humidity, it's much easier to have a good old frisk now that the "times are a'changin" again. Here's one of my action pictures when I'm full of beans in Autumn:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNvES7QGHDLQ3txpJ5gEzEOZepS9Yy0v0HlKSUYsz30TUrIxI1cmJ3MsQSwoS_SWus4MaZ5WJX9rd4L0v871BLUHsFEU3mtCvHGxLNzgm_6eDnneS9tJDYGIzsChmnSlM3O97AKCLhR0/s1600-h/B0000883.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNvES7QGHDLQ3txpJ5gEzEOZepS9Yy0v0HlKSUYsz30TUrIxI1cmJ3MsQSwoS_SWus4MaZ5WJX9rd4L0v871BLUHsFEU3mtCvHGxLNzgm_6eDnneS9tJDYGIzsChmnSlM3O97AKCLhR0/s320/B0000883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112822354614101106" /></a><br /><br />The old "mouse on an elastic string", cooler weather, I'm in business!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEn9otdtFGOS60y_kWYaiaTyyISaLLaj5Lf55bGJqoSaqS8BmULPIzgGzoiOl08V5Et2Kz1HRy_CdqVSco01KBHbusd9lsS2qa6AkUbsZe2ZGP7i8GgGHOIKlYG60Y3UlAFNRnDsRL_Ew/s1600-h/B0000885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEn9otdtFGOS60y_kWYaiaTyyISaLLaj5Lf55bGJqoSaqS8BmULPIzgGzoiOl08V5Et2Kz1HRy_CdqVSco01KBHbusd9lsS2qa6AkUbsZe2ZGP7i8GgGHOIKlYG60Y3UlAFNRnDsRL_Ew/s320/B0000885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112822844240372866" /></a><br /><br />Not necessarially in his Autumn years by any means, but wise as if he were, Fritz prefers to celebrate the new season by basking in the flattering Autumnal light:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnBMmgA5KFP2I1FmNkeaDIAa-A-S2H4tkQ9e3Y3sIl03e2qTT1Jk3Rj5xfbGodve2qVejECkJFwGq1nsO-kV_RHTS4yREglp9fKv5sWKdjv054j7WM2-P4jvQiLJzM84PU-jLJhxGKSU/s1600-h/<br />B0000847.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnBMmgA5KFP2I1FmNkeaDIAa-A-S2H4tkQ9e3Y3sIl03e2qTT1Jk3Rj5xfbGodve2qVejECkJFwGq1nsO-kV_RHTS4yREglp9fKv5sWKdjv054j7WM2-P4jvQiLJzM84PU-jLJhxGKSU/s320/B0000847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112833676147893394" /></a><br /><br />He doesn't like to expend too much energy, regardless of the season. <br /><br />And so, as they say (we hear) back in England, "at the end of day", I tend to look a little more exhausted than Fritz in the cooler seasons....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVERcnqwZwq2c0AARyKpMdcWrLsLnLsW4aReD_4egLql88M0zVwgrQtRM54DO-6Lysx3p3H8ihvoSC2Y_dC-qTg8LUlhRMW64_CQnxSjnb8NjlraeRFLLvsVaFy-jmqLdN0s9_oYMBrAE/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVERcnqwZwq2c0AARyKpMdcWrLsLnLsW4aReD_4egLql88M0zVwgrQtRM54DO-6Lysx3p3H8ihvoSC2Y_dC-qTg8LUlhRMW64_CQnxSjnb8NjlraeRFLLvsVaFy-jmqLdN0s9_oYMBrAE/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112834470716843170" /></a>Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-40515949996748931562007-09-16T10:28:00.000-05:002007-09-16T10:49:43.890-05:00Building BeastiesOur building is quite old. Fritz and I rarely get the see it from the outside, and when we do it means we on the way to or from the vets, so we're not paying too much attention to the finer architectural details.<br /><br />So the feeders took some photos for us which show some of the other animals that grace the house :<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLg21iAbbX7G2_ZObqNwFCCX3mftVb-pzH3q3gEkezwaLtcnodn3fAeQYAZ48lXArTc9EwIkBmfV2hSgDxdlB2nLCzTKHGSMmaQh5TrB-EPP0kqbgWVDrgS_qzuebbo1pdqBdm805fFE4/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLg21iAbbX7G2_ZObqNwFCCX3mftVb-pzH3q3gEkezwaLtcnodn3fAeQYAZ48lXArTc9EwIkBmfV2hSgDxdlB2nLCzTKHGSMmaQh5TrB-EPP0kqbgWVDrgS_qzuebbo1pdqBdm805fFE4/s320/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110825493022167634" /></a><br /><br />Fritz, who lived on a farm for a little while, says these are sheep, and I can't really argue with him as I've never seen anything like these. Although they do seem to have handle-bars, just like the feeders bicyles. Good for climbing!<br /><br />I do recognise the next one though, I've seen the Feeders cooking Fish before...hmmm tasty. This one looks too big for their pan though...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYa_SWfYVY2mVvWl4l7W8hyFfPURDUslaMhg8nWapIH5EiFsy1tvFwW-mdiG7cWc9xWLDhNtaSHnz_8AP1aBXZd229hnVlrfFxpR_WZlv6YNVrmjYGiGxlx9DfkIQvgAXMBaODm7_kon0/s1600-h/IMG_2144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYa_SWfYVY2mVvWl4l7W8hyFfPURDUslaMhg8nWapIH5EiFsy1tvFwW-mdiG7cWc9xWLDhNtaSHnz_8AP1aBXZd229hnVlrfFxpR_WZlv6YNVrmjYGiGxlx9DfkIQvgAXMBaODm7_kon0/s320/IMG_2144.JPG"border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110827004850655842" /></a><br /><br />The last one is from inside, in the hallway we're told. Now this looks altogether familiar:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz92xU2oAYC99BoqGaxOrehCde6WkDi7K_kQ6mi5FuowjZCxpQU9OufuULqQSbyOuirrni-G6YEXciuLi6bHxidzauof_QTSSjIG5wAZVb4g3HP_7WDppLedb-0vRhoE2pu6oqmsrNp_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz92xU2oAYC99BoqGaxOrehCde6WkDi7K_kQ6mi5FuowjZCxpQU9OufuULqQSbyOuirrni-G6YEXciuLi6bHxidzauof_QTSSjIG5wAZVb4g3HP_7WDppLedb-0vRhoE2pu6oqmsrNp_Y/s320/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110827597556142706" /></a><br /><br />Fritz thinks it's there to indicate "Fritz Lives Here" or "Beware of the Cat" and he's now striking all sorts of poses to live up to his new-found reputation...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZFTsrYrznBJ7NLF_Nh9CpP2S3jm3OkgepXueXe5_6v2TI3L4t4lxTwHB5XY6sSBtvju9Bifyp6sV2fubTSMR_b28kDCbAJNZ3uObAox5yTEkZDb_o6aHd1zMsia4XzPB3nTL7GoAa_s/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdZFTsrYrznBJ7NLF_Nh9CpP2S3jm3OkgepXueXe5_6v2TI3L4t4lxTwHB5XY6sSBtvju9Bifyp6sV2fubTSMR_b28kDCbAJNZ3uObAox5yTEkZDb_o6aHd1zMsia4XzPB3nTL7GoAa_s/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110828314815681154" /></a><br /><br />(I can tell you confidentially, he's not really any more threatening than the fish, but we'll let him enjoy his moment of attempted ferocity).Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-44819856734598992772007-09-11T18:39:00.000-05:002007-09-12T05:56:19.760-05:00A Galloping Gourmet.The feeders spend time in the kitchen, feeding us of course, but also cooking for themselves. I enjoy the cat feeding, obviously; indeed, I spend some considerable time ensuring that this schedule is rigourously maintained.<br />After that, I like to survey the territory, and plan future missions. Of course, I try not to look suspicious; successfully I feel?:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKp6VPULNCDRklQ0_nJV7MS9gqP3SiJhDZ31Tjns5wE5jNM1fLlUhpMNnVZO5LuG8zOyunrFq39cQcqCqkJcgjyLAaooLmo7zrpp3eaf7bIwwJYPRB3VrvnkRrYF8vPB0e-xvmtQrS-c/s1600-h/IMG_2089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKp6VPULNCDRklQ0_nJV7MS9gqP3SiJhDZ31Tjns5wE5jNM1fLlUhpMNnVZO5LuG8zOyunrFq39cQcqCqkJcgjyLAaooLmo7zrpp3eaf7bIwwJYPRB3VrvnkRrYF8vPB0e-xvmtQrS-c/s320/IMG_2089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109099288075312386" /></a><br /><br />Despite my nonchalance, Fritz, sitting happily outside the kitchen. looks on. As usual, when he's looking at me when I'm planning, his expression mirrors exasperation, tolerance, annoyance, condescension....resignation?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_4djKGx4j83zPH-a7W9zzKFAxP87IV4krYU8Nib1lXbrljGet4qRee-3Vt1kPtT49e-R3KJFnKKKge5ZnB7V0PqD4-xPsF0DfkzyUX5ztz2BhtPqQOwOwCAyP-XqSlhFnhTFgVUotVc/s1600-h/IMG_2118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU_4djKGx4j83zPH-a7W9zzKFAxP87IV4krYU8Nib1lXbrljGet4qRee-3Vt1kPtT49e-R3KJFnKKKge5ZnB7V0PqD4-xPsF0DfkzyUX5ztz2BhtPqQOwOwCAyP-XqSlhFnhTFgVUotVc/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109101199335759122" /></a><br /><br />I've planned, and therefore I act. Jump, pose, jump:, pose: that's my motto (works very well indoors).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEj3t8K0sTPoJ3rGkGkCQ6mNE24br5jhM730Izlexu3LHVn4omEximthLQuIrQqLUny8cPz5H6wVGTPDZdul45svB3DgMcLhfmFqZ3Ba71wTiILvHcNZFM0fFxeEL7EBj1GdASFDhYYD0/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEj3t8K0sTPoJ3rGkGkCQ6mNE24br5jhM730Izlexu3LHVn4omEximthLQuIrQqLUny8cPz5H6wVGTPDZdul45svB3DgMcLhfmFqZ3Ba71wTiILvHcNZFM0fFxeEL7EBj1GdASFDhYYD0/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109102891552873778" /></a><br /><br />I must say, it's somewhat dispiriting that Fritz isn't impressed. I mean, I'm scaling heights, climbing up things, etc, etc -I think he's being a stick in the mud...this is the look I get?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqQMvpNa8QWhNqEP3mnJhZCXFcOSbkZgdPXWsFVjwQCx47_L5QDtU9SlrwyjcymRs6GlUNCN_ruqgZSDyd_6UpybKXO_hCAxKM_fDA7IEAqLBfzZkt_t7ZtEHjWaL3VyjWx2tuUQp-X4/s1600-h/IMG_2095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqQMvpNa8QWhNqEP3mnJhZCXFcOSbkZgdPXWsFVjwQCx47_L5QDtU9SlrwyjcymRs6GlUNCN_ruqgZSDyd_6UpybKXO_hCAxKM_fDA7IEAqLBfzZkt_t7ZtEHjWaL3VyjWx2tuUQp-X4/s320/IMG_2095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109118671262719346" /></a><br /><br />I'll try again, this is one of my "I may pounce at any time" poses...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8mHGzODNGgWI7lQR-mLMzbysWBI8qQWXPXNcdJX3Ch2tfJQRjDdbr8d9N0oZNZkTAhGKaxMyJe3VS8U0w_KKT4M8ZpVYLknEzHmOyKuXJGs9Th57mozLmfLAoJdqA61ksHYNpzG8C8s/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8mHGzODNGgWI7lQR-mLMzbysWBI8qQWXPXNcdJX3Ch2tfJQRjDdbr8d9N0oZNZkTAhGKaxMyJe3VS8U0w_KKT4M8ZpVYLknEzHmOyKuXJGs9Th57mozLmfLAoJdqA61ksHYNpzG8C8s/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109116596793515362" /></a><br /><br />...but Fritz, well, he's just not impressed with my antics and he's not taking the bait; this is really his look of weary disapproval and he's saying, "please, just have a nap...."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh999KirczsTWwls701p4NsT6MFiC2-pZDi_dwk8QM84XW-FJfMszz54TGIzos8a9_05dgseaYdw34d_BzGv4VA4dIIv1qwLrCeTbbWf2D-juE1by9o_uttbSQPrPMUqLcIq2klOQuJMM4/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh999KirczsTWwls701p4NsT6MFiC2-pZDi_dwk8QM84XW-FJfMszz54TGIzos8a9_05dgseaYdw34d_BzGv4VA4dIIv1qwLrCeTbbWf2D-juE1by9o_uttbSQPrPMUqLcIq2klOQuJMM4/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109116094282341714" /></a><br /><br />Eventually, Fritz wins. He can sleep? Well, then so can I, with more panache obviously; (eyes open, just to check if Fritz is sleeping with as much style as me)? ....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuUSin5EwUrHj8JMN5MmuSaAmwXuhZg23QE3KXKVCjxivlYHG3JzRmkq1oUK15p5n8mMeGwqBuk00kHrAO3b_1rnesDh2AteYBkertgMifGuUO5XYBqbOK2Rw1FjSMnMidBQcdgdZzaA/s1600-h/IMG_2127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuUSin5EwUrHj8JMN5MmuSaAmwXuhZg23QE3KXKVCjxivlYHG3JzRmkq1oUK15p5n8mMeGwqBuk00kHrAO3b_1rnesDh2AteYBkertgMifGuUO5XYBqbOK2Rw1FjSMnMidBQcdgdZzaA/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109121389977017746" /></a>Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-11431643817227139542007-09-05T18:12:00.000-05:002007-09-05T18:42:14.701-05:00Rise and Shine! Coffee, Black or White?Eventually, early each morning , with some assiduous effort on my part, a Feeder can be roused from their morning slumber (don't they know it's my Labor Day, every day)? <br /><br />Once they're awakened, I have some time. Sprint to the kitchen, jump in the box atop the refrigerator, and duck. Then, await the unsuspecting prey. <br /><br />Here they come, shuffling towards the kitchen, eyes squinted like a just surfaced mole (uttering some inarticulate sounds that could be mole'ish too), groping for the light switch, they find it ...and then, up we spring - "Good Morning, time for coffee - black or white, or, perhaps black and white"?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsnSbg515N_5CVZ8WxcwKzBne70c4HzzkHKLjpwppYrDJx2DcUk6Yfo8fD_uChBzO4XGlV_ri7SLRa24Iok2LQ4glH2V5pxs259C9aKT9fDx8j1ctbP-GFtAxVCGJB_NdymOv78w_iUo/s1600-h/IMG_2073.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsnSbg515N_5CVZ8WxcwKzBne70c4HzzkHKLjpwppYrDJx2DcUk6Yfo8fD_uChBzO4XGlV_ri7SLRa24Iok2LQ4glH2V5pxs259C9aKT9fDx8j1ctbP-GFtAxVCGJB_NdymOv78w_iUo/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106865604433681650" /></a><br /><br />The look on thier face always tells me that just like me, they appreciate early morning humour....yet another good start to a day full of Feeder life-enhancing obligations. <br /><br />Next, perhaps, the curtains...?Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-58513699206390999852007-09-04T17:42:00.000-05:002007-09-04T19:46:53.586-05:00Occasional Guest AnimalsLast weekend here was something called "Labor Day Weekend". Monday specifically was the day in question, and The Feeders, along with almost everyone else, had the day off work. Fritz and I didn't quite understand, but we don't begrudge them their day off. Anyway, by their definition then, everyday is a labor day for us, and we like the sound of that - an appropriate recognition of our rigorous daily routine....<br /><br />The Feeders took advantage of a long weekend and headed up the coast to friends in Milford, Connecticut. Here they met the resident cat, Kiwi. We like the look of Kiwi, seen here:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyIDjy0rv2rGOvIAUfEtqbwDkw52WfCzSus0BLT8pYY8ETnL3Y-j2ub3hKPSsQKPUacGVhTnyXXM3zwItgek6r_a1bqHFihZ6KTZlnXVUaYYO7aUsbyuPSlayLP8PLkte5XiuCusPid4/s1600-h/IMG_2025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIyIDjy0rv2rGOvIAUfEtqbwDkw52WfCzSus0BLT8pYY8ETnL3Y-j2ub3hKPSsQKPUacGVhTnyXXM3zwItgek6r_a1bqHFihZ6KTZlnXVUaYYO7aUsbyuPSlayLP8PLkte5XiuCusPid4/s320/IMG_2025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106486152663014530" /></a><br /><br />The window-sill observation post is certainly familiar to Fritz and I.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMGVtVFCnMsitd1_efYF25O5Buv2DN8e0jV8AID3A0t7EorvMWNJz4exo4sM0YiicCiZ_UoFom9Q0YFdAHhN-PNQFUWm52Sgz4PmGGbI8eOSk6a9LUoCVZu5USNR3xKF1HLDJgQL9VPU/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMGVtVFCnMsitd1_efYF25O5Buv2DN8e0jV8AID3A0t7EorvMWNJz4exo4sM0YiicCiZ_UoFom9Q0YFdAHhN-PNQFUWm52Sgz4PmGGbI8eOSk6a9LUoCVZu5USNR3xKF1HLDJgQL9VPU/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106486607929547922" /></a><br /><br />Less familiar to us though.... Kiwi goes outside too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzx96-QjJ18rI7MboDVLYOM2MJnx4dXspTgWpJoDjFMhw07cS3CtJW-ccHilZzo25sXyglpgwaBquZ3RoN1xgZROmaDSD1TkudC-BnnyPlVq_OeSjVSoUC1Wic_29Kduqpp7NDta856Ho/s1600-h/IMG_2055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzx96-QjJ18rI7MboDVLYOM2MJnx4dXspTgWpJoDjFMhw07cS3CtJW-ccHilZzo25sXyglpgwaBquZ3RoN1xgZROmaDSD1TkudC-BnnyPlVq_OeSjVSoUC1Wic_29Kduqpp7NDta856Ho/s320/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106487565707254946" /></a><br /><br />This looks very exciting to us, apartment-bound as we are. For Kiwi however, apparently it's all rather old hat - seems as though she could barely keep from yawning:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyabRpaPQ7rdT9yRmgWtlHhIaaRkUlRTU1oRpm6T7DHIbehBpRpwqNuSDHFRz0FoetU88HHnyesg6bp-0w0JyyRz2cuoYzHNwQJ14U13KGJwOrk50rdVCl115dO7NgltsqlvhS-8yJvU/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyabRpaPQ7rdT9yRmgWtlHhIaaRkUlRTU1oRpm6T7DHIbehBpRpwqNuSDHFRz0FoetU88HHnyesg6bp-0w0JyyRz2cuoYzHNwQJ14U13KGJwOrk50rdVCl115dO7NgltsqlvhS-8yJvU/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106488184182545586" /></a><br /><br />Well, perhaps unbeknownst even to Kiwi, there was other outdoor excitement to be had. Perhaps a mile from Kiwi's garden, high in the tree-tops...well, here's the problem: with the Feeder's rather inadequate camera, it looked like this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DC1k11jOvuilKPm1_TjBVUvNqtCgaWoxFaeWshyuuKA1y55t7hpPZB3h94EDlSqXXmwRUxELMmVoKDdNxNHpUCah1KVd5A-bgx7RbZTqBmtzKeuMIv6A1poPm4G6h6e6Dh10Hpw77ck/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DC1k11jOvuilKPm1_TjBVUvNqtCgaWoxFaeWshyuuKA1y55t7hpPZB3h94EDlSqXXmwRUxELMmVoKDdNxNHpUCah1KVd5A-bgx7RbZTqBmtzKeuMIv6A1poPm4G6h6e6Dh10Hpw77ck/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106489923644300482" /></a><br /><br />David Attenborough will obviously not be calling the Feeders for their footage, but this is a Parrots nest, wild Parrots to be exact, and the Feeders saw some flying in the treetops...although you need to look hard to see them in the pictures:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWdLql1kB55vuBe8vQvkrXbDC6v9gCPsvvMuQbUhufnCP8V61AHZ3V9sHi5eGpWDIWzL-nY-rgyUt-62xbSuztiDEu6OkpFiNkrOKM8tLkw-cKdemfR2oT7Vx-DbTVTcE3Q43DNifz34/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWdLql1kB55vuBe8vQvkrXbDC6v9gCPsvvMuQbUhufnCP8V61AHZ3V9sHi5eGpWDIWzL-nY-rgyUt-62xbSuztiDEu6OkpFiNkrOKM8tLkw-cKdemfR2oT7Vx-DbTVTcE3Q43DNifz34/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106490877127040210" /></a><br /><br />Fritz and I could just discern a green Parrot backside here...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpt-G1wNTVlyU-Dkz5zy3WRxY5-akp9iPpgjXuIqGJA1mJPJkG0Di-8vbgnBdFFJ1odhuj0PH0HWLHBLMo7A3jjKi3aeDfz7NzW7DFQTtcT51uSY_Kfm6ihfBUiEHW8waSJOqMOQuI50/s1600-h/IMG_2070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUpt-G1wNTVlyU-Dkz5zy3WRxY5-akp9iPpgjXuIqGJA1mJPJkG0Di-8vbgnBdFFJ1odhuj0PH0HWLHBLMo7A3jjKi3aeDfz7NzW7DFQTtcT51uSY_Kfm6ihfBUiEHW8waSJOqMOQuI50/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106491194954620130" /></a><br /><br />...certainly more exotic looking than our usual city pigeon viewing.<br /><br />So, all in all we were quite jealous of the Feeders excursion. It was only about an hour away from the city, but we think we could make the adjustment. I don't think we'd be yawning (well, only discretely). The pigeons here do look especially dreary and grey in the winter-time.....Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-21934116583583066742007-09-01T14:47:00.000-05:002007-09-01T14:54:33.635-05:00In Remembrance<img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/1275178848_4514b3398c.jpg" width="400" height="225" alt="A Light in Silence & Remembrance" />JThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770750849096637462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-58361481391607720062007-08-29T19:43:00.000-05:002007-08-29T20:00:36.814-05:00Hello! I'm still here too!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpaQEYpHrj0q7kmtVWVM7wBFmDIRJe1MJDrmLTquoAJtC8Yv2hxvvQ7SfxhbL89u30lSPj_03Qo0PgNCkdPdYIWGbWn_QrNatoSvcHYCgobRr1zGSQqtYqo0xevQvH-MKbJKp5pMBjVEw/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpaQEYpHrj0q7kmtVWVM7wBFmDIRJe1MJDrmLTquoAJtC8Yv2hxvvQ7SfxhbL89u30lSPj_03Qo0PgNCkdPdYIWGbWn_QrNatoSvcHYCgobRr1zGSQqtYqo0xevQvH-MKbJKp5pMBjVEw/s320/IMG_1959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104288280458697810" /></a><br /><br />Fritz was a bit offended by his lack of mentions in my previous post. He's not as keen as I am on the cycling, but as I was being photographed at the scene of my adventures/crimes..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJI8uakys7CAhpoKNWRGJeLt_5wYEID1k52RUQYQRtQXQcrRUymujvRyq2_DV449u5_wghi5n-F6_28ZJJQxHzx1bG3Phk0fm64Nc-h7OEdGz2hsyO3sb6s5C9X7T9kXV3u3iAqxK2qc/s1600-h/IMG_1993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJI8uakys7CAhpoKNWRGJeLt_5wYEID1k52RUQYQRtQXQcrRUymujvRyq2_DV449u5_wghi5n-F6_28ZJJQxHzx1bG3Phk0fm64Nc-h7OEdGz2hsyO3sb6s5C9X7T9kXV3u3iAqxK2qc/s320/IMG_1993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104289221056535650" /></a><br /><br />...Fritz was observing with a look, if not of disapproval, then perhaps of resignation?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorY27x3Tvdyu9VO9ZeA30nTsVNhlhIKSmH9A0Haqcpuj48qd0VkN0-CaI3AD0T-XoujwrlN4c25EV8GIvfKpXNSKqCVGpg46DeVnHKKAH1rhrX9NcDnKvEErQ9nPmT4w1ffR4Xys41Qg/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorY27x3Tvdyu9VO9ZeA30nTsVNhlhIKSmH9A0Haqcpuj48qd0VkN0-CaI3AD0T-XoujwrlN4c25EV8GIvfKpXNSKqCVGpg46DeVnHKKAH1rhrX9NcDnKvEErQ9nPmT4w1ffR4Xys41Qg/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104289908251303026" /></a><br /><br />He's so inscrutable, I must say it's a good job I'm around to at least coax the occassional "kitten-moment" from "old sensible" as I refer to Fritz in those moments when I'm not receiving a good "lecture" from him concerning my projects.Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-44837176160787716622007-08-29T18:39:00.000-05:002007-08-29T19:22:08.164-05:00A bicycle (re-) made for twoThe Feeders, once in a while, like to go for a bike ride. Usually they cycle beside along the Hudson River, starting here in the aptly named Riverside Park; <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSg734M1SiX_tHoT9MvuKo3vIWRmgDJBNp0SQxvf74bxjLia0-Vf_NOrT15uiEPHSWujcubrELFkev3xcUcPI6JMalzvCWdkllwYTYA5NqE0WN8YMmMcb6VXJujZPipzI0pwuknB3lx8/s1600-h/B0000905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSg734M1SiX_tHoT9MvuKo3vIWRmgDJBNp0SQxvf74bxjLia0-Vf_NOrT15uiEPHSWujcubrELFkev3xcUcPI6JMalzvCWdkllwYTYA5NqE0WN8YMmMcb6VXJujZPipzI0pwuknB3lx8/s320/B0000905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104282057051085890" /></a><br /><br />you can practically ride the length of Manhatan along this tow path, or so we're told.<br /><br />It's New York, so the bikes must live in the apartment, in the "hallway", as we somewhat grandly call the bit after the front door. For me, it's a personal playground, indeed jungle gym ,<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoxl2V_du1gBpg-hpwItaFg8wMtpEa6b6vtIAaB_K4ufJjULLjuYfxVHmGcDsUydROA5hFbEPZ4daXBhvqxZ0UQQglvYwt9ouRuMZfyOEL4Leqmnn3q38oRh1yLagnkgapW4uD5-q3ow/s1600-h/IMG_1976.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoxl2V_du1gBpg-hpwItaFg8wMtpEa6b6vtIAaB_K4ufJjULLjuYfxVHmGcDsUydROA5hFbEPZ4daXBhvqxZ0UQQglvYwt9ouRuMZfyOEL4Leqmnn3q38oRh1yLagnkgapW4uD5-q3ow/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104274077001849874" /></a><br /><br />not to mention a fantastic scratching and chewing post, all in one. I also get to imagine, and enact, racing through town on important cat missions, the exact object of which I usually forget, except for the racing bit.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5TQVjXbtokhscEb1FkVfm3boQfUKp1XWuot7d39tboB3pHVVEKZXAcEXV2GtTF1D2t8JQln7v0WY9rx8HMhy8x4k2-Kgwnqg263C_RRcmtW91TOgGNMntLv5RJ13w3GMXFg-oK6Guls/s1600-h/IMG_1979.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5TQVjXbtokhscEb1FkVfm3boQfUKp1XWuot7d39tboB3pHVVEKZXAcEXV2GtTF1D2t8JQln7v0WY9rx8HMhy8x4k2-Kgwnqg263C_RRcmtW91TOgGNMntLv5RJ13w3GMXFg-oK6Guls/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104273802123942914" /></a><br /><br />Feeder number one is not too keen on the erosion of his bike seat, but it's such a good foamy, destructible item, that I just had to add it to my list of "projects". Besides, I'm on important missons.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-w6RI9i5ZiSL-hkcLHF5ApxeC5djSLWEzmnsiVnYlIVaxp-xvIapOZT-vFP_GTs-XS7Q2HaO-8Ja3MRFecUDn4wsLE28AEDYVTjLqpjunXbwOL57FYUBo_8NXweQ2lTtn4NekwXgRY8/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-w6RI9i5ZiSL-hkcLHF5ApxeC5djSLWEzmnsiVnYlIVaxp-xvIapOZT-vFP_GTs-XS7Q2HaO-8Ja3MRFecUDn4wsLE28AEDYVTjLqpjunXbwOL57FYUBo_8NXweQ2lTtn4NekwXgRY8/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104274390534462498" /></a><br /><br />We're not the only people with bike storage challenges in New York : here's a picture the feeders took recently of a local restaurant's storage for the food delivery bikes:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiewDpTe27qHg0Azm8Mm8-I_W0_ziQjxYLBSQIRr7dxmL1K6zlaUe279VxNyKxaZ4BUcyghJs2wqlWLV6XVBKc3p9OIoAsKXAO5TgK9q3wl7Cx31Usm-rcM3s9g2uH-wFSicom-PKZcQM/s1600-h/B0000531.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiewDpTe27qHg0Azm8Mm8-I_W0_ziQjxYLBSQIRr7dxmL1K6zlaUe279VxNyKxaZ4BUcyghJs2wqlWLV6XVBKc3p9OIoAsKXAO5TgK9q3wl7Cx31Usm-rcM3s9g2uH-wFSicom-PKZcQM/s320/B0000531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104275210873216050" /></a><br /><br />Now, that really does look like a good climbing frame/scratching/chewing post to me!Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-75457757671567913692007-08-21T18:22:00.000-05:002007-08-30T06:24:46.636-05:00The great indoorsRather inclement weather here for the last few days. In fact, rather autumnal. Best for Fritz and I to stay snug inside (perhaps as documented using a cheap photo effect that a certain feeder was playing around with) .... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7n0wvuEu5zXY83Q6eH8xrjAfkSkHL2N2inmCpp9000NWhYoxczLOC0aVkfPpe-ZX8w6TIILS7uWlRMK2HFldnj1UaZbgPJ0zC_ZdmTyYAF-SDawTzS3FI24IYmIuMVMxZ1sVz3QTjT0/s1600-h/B0000457.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7n0wvuEu5zXY83Q6eH8xrjAfkSkHL2N2inmCpp9000NWhYoxczLOC0aVkfPpe-ZX8w6TIILS7uWlRMK2HFldnj1UaZbgPJ0zC_ZdmTyYAF-SDawTzS3FI24IYmIuMVMxZ1sVz3QTjT0/s320/B0000457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101314488052620226" /></a><br /><br />......whilst the Feeders venture out in the rain to do whatever it is that they do to keep the cat food supply lines intact.<br /><br />Mind you, it doesn't stop Fritz dreaming of the great outdoors and what joys it may yield. I think he's been reading too much of the great naturalists at <a href="http://www.wethreecats.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">We three Ginger Cat Tales blog</a> , maybe <a href="http://wethreecats.blogspot.com/2007/08/listening-for-seals.html">this post</a> amongst many others.<br /><br />Maybe he was also jealous of the feeders <a href="http://ernestsimportance.blogspot.com/2007/08/patience-of-job-s.html"target="_blank">recent trip to the seaside</a>.<br /><br />So, when the Feeders were watching television and the wildlife program featured the seaside, Fritz was first to the cliffs edge...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDar06a8Uvn_JRBv7kqWdzZv-40MUfUC6e55_QRt6XsyIOkDLkLjjPI-xUBaKbDGIz8pMPZeEPxd588O-CSxCJajzamZS2SgjxKWvuMmd1L6cn5HFhpX3sFnR25lBuFJpZ-DEu9KP_UR4/s1600-h/B0000242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDar06a8Uvn_JRBv7kqWdzZv-40MUfUC6e55_QRt6XsyIOkDLkLjjPI-xUBaKbDGIz8pMPZeEPxd588O-CSxCJajzamZS2SgjxKWvuMmd1L6cn5HFhpX3sFnR25lBuFJpZ-DEu9KP_UR4/s320/B0000242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101315475895098322" /></a><br /><br />He was quite enthralled actually...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHZS71aBdnDQghNbZckAWTQ9CQFZ2kATYG_h4mPOH4V473YlHIjOb-R38o1wWXSDepjM_VLy4OvB2sWegSb2XHYeM6-AsmOPS-4Wb1RAEi-LSXKoBSUblvatCKhBLZBFIw9_fojTIKM0/s1600-h/B0000243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHZS71aBdnDQghNbZckAWTQ9CQFZ2kATYG_h4mPOH4V473YlHIjOb-R38o1wWXSDepjM_VLy4OvB2sWegSb2XHYeM6-AsmOPS-4Wb1RAEi-LSXKoBSUblvatCKhBLZBFIw9_fojTIKM0/s320/B0000243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101315901096860642" /></a><br /><br />Fritz was an outdoor cat once, for a short time, on a farm in Ohio, far from the sea-side. So he likes to dream, and all of this stimulation and dreaming of sea air, could only have one inevitable outcome...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbSvkrklt3A5rgJAtCJ9XftvDXTkZOONWBFhGxXYFc-ljk8eTl1o1S6hMQIssxQBYH9Er3_eNBNq8lr-OsX9uer762_yuHJFl6BIOjsb0yVKQg4DgwgmAKAlRkrNZ6Ko00PkgOyV8tOs/s1600-h/B0000400.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLbSvkrklt3A5rgJAtCJ9XftvDXTkZOONWBFhGxXYFc-ljk8eTl1o1S6hMQIssxQBYH9Er3_eNBNq8lr-OsX9uer762_yuHJFl6BIOjsb0yVKQg4DgwgmAKAlRkrNZ6Ko00PkgOyV8tOs/s320/B0000400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101317155227311090" /></a>Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-24765082506277518712007-08-16T18:40:00.000-05:002007-08-17T05:50:35.422-05:00Today began like any other normal day...I awoke before anybody else, as usual. Actually Fritz, woke up when I did, glanced at me disapprovingly, and rolled over, stretched languidly, and went back to sleep. As usual. So far, business as....well, you know it. I proceed to the window sill and, helpfully I feel, slowly begin to draw the curtains:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8R1ZqA8TYjxAWOwZk62NdSUFw3YwzWjc3J054McyqskH06052obSj5-wrqrcdmDE81lPAcxfK14XmiBKlHprU9ti6YTfooX7I1v2x5nIWaGJydBEz7tTwyJxn-091AFdjaa5gLY5XOE/s1600-h/IMG_1913.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw8R1ZqA8TYjxAWOwZk62NdSUFw3YwzWjc3J054McyqskH06052obSj5-wrqrcdmDE81lPAcxfK14XmiBKlHprU9ti6YTfooX7I1v2x5nIWaGJydBEz7tTwyJxn-091AFdjaa5gLY5XOE/s320/IMG_1913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099449591777860386" /></a><br /><br />No reaction? Follow normal procedure and extend paw to postion curtain for minimum sun-blocking efficiency:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-p6kkuJzXZ8s8WsM1UjDaSyci-HvlS_jLem9w63EaT0yumqnC5PCZvi0ioTDog83-kR7hhtWssH5HwGV9yAmnfgV6-zzEsaTTk9Ul7JYu4_n1G2EbZy1BXzAfW4kmp9R_odt6nQ9BuI/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb-p6kkuJzXZ8s8WsM1UjDaSyci-HvlS_jLem9w63EaT0yumqnC5PCZvi0ioTDog83-kR7hhtWssH5HwGV9yAmnfgV6-zzEsaTTk9Ul7JYu4_n1G2EbZy1BXzAfW4kmp9R_odt6nQ9BuI/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099450961872427826" /></a><br /><br />At this point, there are stirrings. The sleepers are reluctantly coming to terms with another daybreak. Another "feed and play with me dawn" as I prefer to label this "moving" hour. . The coupe de grace is the threat of climbing the curtains, at this stage, a glance is sufficient to get at least one Feeder to jump out of bed. I found out that they are a little worried about the robustness of the curtain rail, so just a glance suffices:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkwThyUUgdi0tIbDZ1exXrolbFdaSHvqp8K-PoYH98RXk_M7ey4hmDViB1uyNuSoGwDc8U0vX01ROErhufxFZac_Sz_xEOQmTLG2MT0HfdY7rM4iA0lMiqKbcr4XgYjOfcEylKbOSRig/s1600-h/IMG_1915.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglkwThyUUgdi0tIbDZ1exXrolbFdaSHvqp8K-PoYH98RXk_M7ey4hmDViB1uyNuSoGwDc8U0vX01ROErhufxFZac_Sz_xEOQmTLG2MT0HfdY7rM4iA0lMiqKbcr4XgYjOfcEylKbOSRig/s320/IMG_1915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099453221025225538" /></a><br /><br />Everybody wide awake at sunrise, I'm happy. The day ahead usually foretells some serious post-breakfast napping, in anticipation of a return of somewhat tired looking feeders, and...well, food. Tonight, however, was different....<br /><br />The Feeders came home home with a new friend. Fritz and I thought we'd seen him somewhere before, but we weren't certain. It took some time and careful investigation, but we like our new dragon friend and we hear he was the only dragon in the shop, perhaps condemend to endless window dislay exploitations unless rescued. Here follows some photos of Fritz and I getting to know a dragon that we already almost knew:<br /><br />Fritz was very sceptical, so was I . Not quite sure yet Fritz, he may fire?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9I6er8Ujq6wlFfOeSQM1fUMVbcyrlKHJHmxN1juBrC2Zlv_HzkKov894mP3jV_njjVea1Z0NSDbU8ZIgl8HdPBNb1XP6wCBJTOcCxd3c8L7fA3ueHG8MjNuwtC8JuHqVbgwdQ9eBMQxc/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9I6er8Ujq6wlFfOeSQM1fUMVbcyrlKHJHmxN1juBrC2Zlv_HzkKov894mP3jV_njjVea1Z0NSDbU8ZIgl8HdPBNb1XP6wCBJTOcCxd3c8L7fA3ueHG8MjNuwtC8JuHqVbgwdQ9eBMQxc/s320/IMG_1934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099470761671662418" /></a><br /><br />Getting a bit more comfortable..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUPYWGdzNKkLyaLUTMUqWLgboUlpguC0zLAch64847M5xDybZ5BsTmQjYJ7I6fp9ahTMqS9d_ZqcvotAgw-A86D4MiCT_YACS_Bk6ibMuwmYpPl1Xh5CXNcYdgvRdp9x_UQrmFwxkkJs/s1600-h/IMG_1939.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUPYWGdzNKkLyaLUTMUqWLgboUlpguC0zLAch64847M5xDybZ5BsTmQjYJ7I6fp9ahTMqS9d_ZqcvotAgw-A86D4MiCT_YACS_Bk6ibMuwmYpPl1Xh5CXNcYdgvRdp9x_UQrmFwxkkJs/s320/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099471066614340450" /></a><br /><br />And before you know it , Fritz is a dragon's best friend:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RiLitRHE1KL-yf0ji_bCcfFiFKeB_KR1Av4NAbPOfb6BVJ0urIQnMZb924Msc3opRJIq6mjIxGdyK1uzj4KzYhiv2aQF_PrUv_wVI9mRylPOw9n7ywbxkXw5hk0TU_WKizQm5Dw5y-0/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RiLitRHE1KL-yf0ji_bCcfFiFKeB_KR1Av4NAbPOfb6BVJ0urIQnMZb924Msc3opRJIq6mjIxGdyK1uzj4KzYhiv2aQF_PrUv_wVI9mRylPOw9n7ywbxkXw5hk0TU_WKizQm5Dw5y-0/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099471792463813490" /></a><br /><br />Well I opened the curtains on the day, so I can't be outdone by Fritz before bedtime. If he can befriend a dragon, so can I?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00skTUtUlB7VgKAPSMXMXnPFixnYDiJ3MCwgDZIEmo43-B3uTT_Xn6XhpV_v-m2y7gXQSKImnwmrVp9UovKFJwJ2rYHbVuSsdk3uypoeZ48ehQs7k6pmSXB5Zsd6h6UBWz9MqR7jpWQI/s1600-h/IMG_1947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00skTUtUlB7VgKAPSMXMXnPFixnYDiJ3MCwgDZIEmo43-B3uTT_Xn6XhpV_v-m2y7gXQSKImnwmrVp9UovKFJwJ2rYHbVuSsdk3uypoeZ48ehQs7k6pmSXB5Zsd6h6UBWz9MqR7jpWQI/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099472492543482754" /></a><br /><br />It may take some time...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxuiqFGXan7jGZxDd26SkEqDlym35Tx9N872KV3gJDQdSN2ruNG43AC4cqtVdlPKCIGaS_8W8Bmm93hwPCJMd1uGMFHqw9Zt_GhaLIeuLKjiWneolKNJwn6UKacvMGTHRMUPK9p7sMTU/s1600-h/IMG_1948.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxuiqFGXan7jGZxDd26SkEqDlym35Tx9N872KV3gJDQdSN2ruNG43AC4cqtVdlPKCIGaS_8W8Bmm93hwPCJMd1uGMFHqw9Zt_GhaLIeuLKjiWneolKNJwn6UKacvMGTHRMUPK9p7sMTU/s320/IMG_1948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099472995054656402" /></a><br /><br />but before you know it, we're almost peas in a pod...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivj0o2geFefk2kBTPB7CJqPWlOBGtB2HHz6y_PGc9S0zBWbCBL_EL1XH389Ff04w5TC1OrRcPmfoFdZ46YASouHqYAkdKhat8_FrhdcYyen1vU0RHlSwvyxc4z7w03NKkjTUnvTNT1Rdk/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivj0o2geFefk2kBTPB7CJqPWlOBGtB2HHz6y_PGc9S0zBWbCBL_EL1XH389Ff04w5TC1OrRcPmfoFdZ46YASouHqYAkdKhat8_FrhdcYyen1vU0RHlSwvyxc4z7w03NKkjTUnvTNT1Rdk/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099473480385960866" /></a><br /><br />And before bed time, Fritz is also happy to pose with our new friend, but he's tired and won't look too impressed until he's had a good night's sleep...but tomorrow morning, I'll be ready for cutains up!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRZOVA-nXnvXBd8IAdwOq-wD-CECIwtThReSUKQ2OodphSYXsxwfFCdfFr3A2W28SMlVrxUVM1-OZYQgl5vNp1VQww5JkcO08pxlW9-c1D94nigl6vaAN0U-PI_EIBrRgo7ORaS0JFQg/s1600-h/IMG_1955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRZOVA-nXnvXBd8IAdwOq-wD-CECIwtThReSUKQ2OodphSYXsxwfFCdfFr3A2W28SMlVrxUVM1-OZYQgl5vNp1VQww5JkcO08pxlW9-c1D94nigl6vaAN0U-PI_EIBrRgo7ORaS0JFQg/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099474451048569778" /></a>Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-12763306472022870872007-08-14T18:15:00.000-05:002007-08-14T20:03:19.402-05:00How much is that dragon, moose, bulldog, flamingo, monkey, skunk and pink poodle...in the window?The feeders have shared news of their <a href="http://ernestsimportance.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-monkey-on-your-back.html" target="_blank">pet food shopping</a> with us before. We usually cast a critcial, yet appreciative eye upon the new stock of cans that the shop yields, and then look forward to the latest pictures of the shop window. There have been some fairly surreal sights in the past; this month, well, only pictures can tell:<br /><br />Firstly, our (only?) local <a href="http://ernestsimportance.blogspot.com/2007/06/dragon-replaces-monkey-on-dogs-back.html" target="_blank">dragon</a> has slipped from his former steed and now looks a little subdued, alongside an equally benign (comical) bulldog.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXB8fyWJRQnKjAxTRDom2tP2F8Elx8lXOLxUd_dlinrPfHIN-vg0JWJyJf4MV5t3pdk5IlKJEYXtac0SGwKXkkxstWcV34DuNxJHsBeVr6MElW4qundSWS1Z01XkSAK_Go4IGgzdiV1OQ/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXB8fyWJRQnKjAxTRDom2tP2F8Elx8lXOLxUd_dlinrPfHIN-vg0JWJyJf4MV5t3pdk5IlKJEYXtac0SGwKXkkxstWcV34DuNxJHsBeVr6MElW4qundSWS1Z01XkSAK_Go4IGgzdiV1OQ/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098701410430974050" /></a><br /><br />A plan is afoot, feeders say, to liberate the local dragon from this ignomy.<br /><br />Meanwhile, a flamingo lives in a (faux?) burberry kennel....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJn1xmMfulVoJm6k2Iyx5t0eDJZa0rUfQyp4TVKrA1M6RlrXLonTrdEQeq9tAJt2M2POkgghIbTkIVSPEEEIT1H6IMtBjM6lR0Av4lJpUtVsk2IqlHGQONJg2D-yNiW7cA5wGeqhCbUbU/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJn1xmMfulVoJm6k2Iyx5t0eDJZa0rUfQyp4TVKrA1M6RlrXLonTrdEQeq9tAJt2M2POkgghIbTkIVSPEEEIT1H6IMtBjM6lR0Av4lJpUtVsk2IqlHGQONJg2D-yNiW7cA5wGeqhCbUbU/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098703119827957874" /></a><br /><br />...an inspiration, no doubt, for all the Manhattan Flamingo owners who may fret about appropriate pet housing.<br /><br />We selfishly look for cat realted window features, and yes, sure enough, they seem to have a good scratching post, but it appears to be the happy perch of a monkey embracing (or is it strangling?) a moose.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuw8L5H94NE3pmkqoXQtLvKRDEpk5Hyc6Oedb5I4zcKMAwQKB5VjLHBIn1LMolzl2VXyXzOtzQPut6JObUQ9ksdDNFNhZTI5tzlzS2kZjU2_x-i6EhwE1_gEu-k0CyI5V1GvJmkGBk0JY/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuw8L5H94NE3pmkqoXQtLvKRDEpk5Hyc6Oedb5I4zcKMAwQKB5VjLHBIn1LMolzl2VXyXzOtzQPut6JObUQ9ksdDNFNhZTI5tzlzS2kZjU2_x-i6EhwE1_gEu-k0CyI5V1GvJmkGBk0JY/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098724001958951074" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuCYD7xUlrSZUZ1KbWUkB5TTJCj8ak366CbiRd6yamSikS6zC3Amtwm4Ww1FYoM_CYuzRuVHMRvj9bn5tID4_wozxuF11bLwZUieZsrq9SQ62CcBZJ71rvo1kP46CuPhBcrU-ds06QQY/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuCYD7xUlrSZUZ1KbWUkB5TTJCj8ak366CbiRd6yamSikS6zC3Amtwm4Ww1FYoM_CYuzRuVHMRvj9bn5tID4_wozxuF11bLwZUieZsrq9SQ62CcBZJ71rvo1kP46CuPhBcrU-ds06QQY/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098704777685334146" /></a><br /><br />At this point I suppose it was no surprise to Fritz and I that there's also a pink poodle (we assume) and a skunk - what else - featured in the same window...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EysaoK2lWpk-3tY6Mu17kW_riAVEthL21VDLb17rRTc7nh4Aw9uFUJSlMiqQCFnDsa0MEmf0VRFI_s1MwdadHYAkAJn7EpSS707kHHoVQ7OIMAEetECDeas5gV43aXrXlXk6SXtEmDc/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EysaoK2lWpk-3tY6Mu17kW_riAVEthL21VDLb17rRTc7nh4Aw9uFUJSlMiqQCFnDsa0MEmf0VRFI_s1MwdadHYAkAJn7EpSS707kHHoVQ7OIMAEetECDeas5gV43aXrXlXk6SXtEmDc/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098709905876285586" /></a><br /><br />Words fail us. All we can say is , they may all look strange at the local pet shop, but they do have our favourite foods, and they are always in stock. As long as the feeders can secure our supplies from this, their very local, pet food emporium, who are we to complain?Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-9292545886980739512007-08-09T18:15:00.000-05:002007-08-09T19:41:25.255-05:00Floored!We have parquet floors and it's always been one of my daily tasks to attempt to liberate a portion of it, and carry it away to my secret lair, (under the bed, but please don't tell the Feeders). Obviously, I'm a busy chap, so this has been an on-going endeavour. I have many other obligations as you may understand. However, I have always felt that it's good to set goals ( as long as I set them)!<br /><br />I'm nothing if not determined, and finally, last weekend, whilst they were away - Mission Accomplished!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLg0GmdmXuwVPDpwti5odKVsmO0WjEkCWNqzCgJks5J0Nft6wmiXVYapdRH8a0rOVRiBmOwRSZCS6XwRHsBv5DvnelZvLLDKgILWY8ItCluvcjL2brrOMrNVEezR08pt3Ew7mtIDvpbJU/s1600-h/IMG_1549.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLg0GmdmXuwVPDpwti5odKVsmO0WjEkCWNqzCgJks5J0Nft6wmiXVYapdRH8a0rOVRiBmOwRSZCS6XwRHsBv5DvnelZvLLDKgILWY8ItCluvcjL2brrOMrNVEezR08pt3Ew7mtIDvpbJU/s320/IMG_1549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096845366083811362" /></a><br /><br />That's the Feeders photograph of me at the scene of the crime. I attempted to adopt my "butter wouldn't melt in my mouth" innocent air, but I'm not certain it looks as convincing as I had hoped...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuhFQ2uR9CbEzP80Rc5cQ_wCFzZr-KrTHm6FexpB-tb9KA2tLtO3Vxy2b7jTD5ZCsOnVt7GGSIo61_GVvhlPJLl_cbYHQedM8TJd-UsNX7A68ABUxl-voWGK_8jnB6n74F0-bD-eSil0/s1600-h/IMG_1551.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuhFQ2uR9CbEzP80Rc5cQ_wCFzZr-KrTHm6FexpB-tb9KA2tLtO3Vxy2b7jTD5ZCsOnVt7GGSIo61_GVvhlPJLl_cbYHQedM8TJd-UsNX7A68ABUxl-voWGK_8jnB6n74F0-bD-eSil0/s320/IMG_1551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096846104818186290" /></a><br /><br />Fritz does not approve of what he terms my "vandalism". I think it's only because he likes the colour of the floor as it is rather complimentary to his colouring, and hence, his photo opportunities. Ah, those orange hues.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjF0M7L9WIV3E_036vbRbyyynIgjtIZlxARcqUhGyTPvwSHR2IXalwaw0uEHCq-e4rj52TO3Uqpq_fnIQbdRUBb2TNFb84TqWe1NZQ4z9Ocp_FUCQrdW-h2M1bAI7Md1amq_tzcdtsqc/s1600-h/IMG_1545.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwjF0M7L9WIV3E_036vbRbyyynIgjtIZlxARcqUhGyTPvwSHR2IXalwaw0uEHCq-e4rj52TO3Uqpq_fnIQbdRUBb2TNFb84TqWe1NZQ4z9Ocp_FUCQrdW-h2M1bAI7Md1amq_tzcdtsqc/s320/IMG_1545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096847483502688322" /></a><br /><br />I turned my back (innocently), and looked ahead to my next challenge; <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1MQOfHdKa-vgiCj-F27UyyMmV3y_mdcjGgxEesUeGWfRe4pB-UwJbjM0RTlh9D74hLScTJWvo6yLZtMr_vqEmSur5ZIOeLW3zqYk1UxZeQpImLAa7_5NMVORzkWyW7IdGDzCicH7m34Q/s1600-h/IMG_1550.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1MQOfHdKa-vgiCj-F27UyyMmV3y_mdcjGgxEesUeGWfRe4pB-UwJbjM0RTlh9D74hLScTJWvo6yLZtMr_vqEmSur5ZIOeLW3zqYk1UxZeQpImLAa7_5NMVORzkWyW7IdGDzCicH7m34Q/s320/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096848729043204178" /></a><br /><br />Fritz and the Feeders often term it "mischief", (occasionaly worse), but I'll let you know when I have chosen my next "project".Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-13033248899098084642007-08-06T17:44:00.000-05:002007-08-06T19:12:29.650-05:00The Patience of Job (s)Well, one Feeder began a new job last month. The other began inheriting a new boss. It was a little disconcerting for Fritz and I to sense their apprehension. To be honest, we were a little preturbed as well.<br /><br />It is a truth universally acknowledged that they leave home every weekday morning and return each evening purely to earn that monthly or bi-monthly cat food/treat/toy voucher. We are not too keen on any eventuality that might endanger this equilibrium. <br /><br />However,they seem to have survived the transitions and we're most happy that they remain happy (-ily employed!) <br /><br />I extend the paw of congratulations....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_AN6fRXc8h7WPzCcwExZK9G-yE381iGeJs-piDbF0xYmwKfp68eq-n7M7MDVd7R38GZCZu5lHzuviS495V7UP_x-4oHgPWR9xzFUj5nbgo82wO-rK9E8nSnVyH7DZyrZVePOlczizUM/s1600-h/IMG_1445.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf_AN6fRXc8h7WPzCcwExZK9G-yE381iGeJs-piDbF0xYmwKfp68eq-n7M7MDVd7R38GZCZu5lHzuviS495V7UP_x-4oHgPWR9xzFUj5nbgo82wO-rK9E8nSnVyH7DZyrZVePOlczizUM/s320/IMG_1445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095731556509906866" /></a><br /><br />...and Fritz rests easy once more<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlsdDxkGw3W6Z-RL3pzkkPfauXTuyNA-q8MsUZtqoxcMq9_4jMI9xXZ1rEqhFKd_yWjavpQXkM7HBMjopwsS9CUJBOkL3TKIesj9LvdYF8jEaB6qNu-_NQTc9Lv-cvvUTu_-I0QbLTO0/s1600-h/IMG_1458.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlsdDxkGw3W6Z-RL3pzkkPfauXTuyNA-q8MsUZtqoxcMq9_4jMI9xXZ1rEqhFKd_yWjavpQXkM7HBMjopwsS9CUJBOkL3TKIesj9LvdYF8jEaB6qNu-_NQTc9Lv-cvvUTu_-I0QbLTO0/s320/IMG_1458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095732106265720770" /></a><br /><br />Just this past weekend, the Feeders escaped to the sea-shore as guests of kind friends. They seemed more relaxed when they came home. They stayed at a house equiped with rustic, sea-salt-rusty bicycles....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYvEOz1yAomjnUwYaAyiH4ss8gkCHPt2p7flctTEzBb9Z3xqeBEFxRPR2yZFqHTcgeenq3GwZrgN5JFi18_4Isudt8XDOwlEG-_NRgYByoaqLE_FaP3STFQyU8dzsuMhqwQDZ1P4-v7I/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYvEOz1yAomjnUwYaAyiH4ss8gkCHPt2p7flctTEzBb9Z3xqeBEFxRPR2yZFqHTcgeenq3GwZrgN5JFi18_4Isudt8XDOwlEG-_NRgYByoaqLE_FaP3STFQyU8dzsuMhqwQDZ1P4-v7I/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095733910151985122" /></a><br /><br />...an immortal frog in the deer-nibbled, shore weathered herb window-box....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlikrz4cKJyM9wznsceDiP6GiVUQ_XR196o6dg8FiUZkhn7Sed2zYZjOcieqASk1nxvksJIOw4v641MYp_BaVdo4OHkD48lDUTOhZgx1blrDGKd9J-daMY5aDfUoTdbAtqiAxMHum18g/s1600-h/IMG_1796.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlikrz4cKJyM9wznsceDiP6GiVUQ_XR196o6dg8FiUZkhn7Sed2zYZjOcieqASk1nxvksJIOw4v641MYp_BaVdo4OHkD48lDUTOhZgx1blrDGKd9J-daMY5aDfUoTdbAtqiAxMHum18g/s320/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095734485677602802" /></a><br /><br />..and saw more Monarchs in one weekend than ever; a chance to to photograph them as they have never had before:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK1O8p4SeXnfSjYkFbGfs28YEZGKTu9E1No7KA1RA7t4uwvYRW-nF7AonabM9TYs5nEPVRyjFFl0G7OOWKWDVHdRYu5EVTPccaUxlnet22-Ggnl_u9qTlO8rcE4Iga7qs4cyJ8qzoJv5I/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK1O8p4SeXnfSjYkFbGfs28YEZGKTu9E1No7KA1RA7t4uwvYRW-nF7AonabM9TYs5nEPVRyjFFl0G7OOWKWDVHdRYu5EVTPccaUxlnet22-Ggnl_u9qTlO8rcE4Iga7qs4cyJ8qzoJv5I/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095735903016810498" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFQs1v1sazc9k75sEUFJgCXHSORXzl8Sv3THSMWjRnDPLtR_djDAhp-k7UipxKmvt3wGnKKHIslvtW9R28qi_moE61noxFTKTW6j64q-hCTmtCKI51wZBHKFFxi3rZj9QXJJ-2eIXSzw/s1600-h/IMG_1819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFQs1v1sazc9k75sEUFJgCXHSORXzl8Sv3THSMWjRnDPLtR_djDAhp-k7UipxKmvt3wGnKKHIslvtW9R28qi_moE61noxFTKTW6j64q-hCTmtCKI51wZBHKFFxi3rZj9QXJJ-2eIXSzw/s320/IMG_1819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095736182189684754" /></a><br /><br />We know that this made a Feeder or two happy. Fritz and I are relieved they are back, and we know that they thank their friends who invited them to that Atlantic shore. We hear the hospitality, kindness and company was beyond compare. We guess that some tales may ,as yet, remain untold.<br /><br /> Fritz, the Feeders and I know who these friends are, and we thank them all most sincerely!Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-77796104074420029152007-07-17T18:34:00.000-05:002007-07-18T05:51:23.235-05:00Library Additions from EnglandFritz, as you may recall, is a fan of the feeders<a href="http://ernestsimportance.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-cat-in-library-in-new-book-deal.html"target="_blank"> library </a>.<br /><br />Whilst In England, a few additions (editions) were purchased, mainly adding to the Butterfly and Moth component of the shelves (now straining in their New York City apartment confines). Fritz and I are allowed to peruse and approve:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmfE2H6Zpww6rbCBlHJzSfLcf4w89YhXTXFuUc5AfwaMRvcPx3q_NmTrfgTxbhhCXkhhmMj3MOAGLg_NZgcOI-9HlUxzCr-zjQPyPjTWOCfB8noa0_V13fDWE-lN_LLpn0Ns6sFYQUrE/s1600-h/IMG_1749.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmfE2H6Zpww6rbCBlHJzSfLcf4w89YhXTXFuUc5AfwaMRvcPx3q_NmTrfgTxbhhCXkhhmMj3MOAGLg_NZgcOI-9HlUxzCr-zjQPyPjTWOCfB8noa0_V13fDWE-lN_LLpn0Ns6sFYQUrE/s320/IMG_1749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088319432944003202" /></a><br /><br />We have many books on Butterflies from countries visited by the Feeders, and on occassion, their family contributes if they are somewhere abroad and can find the right book shop. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpjd4WOGsJwNCntCNHrFHBrgwvP91qpzogGh6pw7APuNcShq7yH6fHfFH6-OeUpN8kdHVQ0NKFPJipspk3f_MtohxQzTorwywhL7bA_gQ3hqkGRAEajKVbOD21q4cmJYLAOTTqjDyab4/s1600-h/IMG_1756.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpjd4WOGsJwNCntCNHrFHBrgwvP91qpzogGh6pw7APuNcShq7yH6fHfFH6-OeUpN8kdHVQ0NKFPJipspk3f_MtohxQzTorwywhL7bA_gQ3hqkGRAEajKVbOD21q4cmJYLAOTTqjDyab4/s320/IMG_1756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088320038534391970" /></a><br /><br />Once in a blue moon, the feeders see a butterfly they can photograph (they move, we're told, more than Fritz and I - so we'll work on that).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnozBkVoOrHzkvCyR3Q4Wh8IqEfsA3Jj9mWlFx8RqEDHnSfX3G665mJSoLiJlwMYiWBlCsymCs_x_J8dTlEm5-mEHGRg-NLn_kedVOxXwePAI_g0K7khN7j03WIzTelL4IYPAHe_R1Ws/s1600-h/B0000118.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnozBkVoOrHzkvCyR3Q4Wh8IqEfsA3Jj9mWlFx8RqEDHnSfX3G665mJSoLiJlwMYiWBlCsymCs_x_J8dTlEm5-mEHGRg-NLn_kedVOxXwePAI_g0K7khN7j03WIzTelL4IYPAHe_R1Ws/s320/B0000118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088322860327905458" /></a><br /><br />But, that's a Monarch, here on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, and perhaps we are told, in time she may be in Mexico, having a nap.<br /><br />We'll stay and nap here, but we do admire the butterflies that seem to have to fight the odds to survive, and then, maybe, have a nap.Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-82275241044728160832007-07-15T08:59:00.001-05:002007-07-16T19:55:57.533-05:00Rocking Boy Bloggers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlZJDx41BNnzFSosUKFkwgRWntsfk_70uQUeeK8qupj5UsGeiX4NRc2-7RNBbaXl0XEKZIEAwJEfFgGTUk_4ENbd8uqdQWnhAIh-ZTQ_mGgQuWPya1z-ePtf1EXcrGfoWzLrETNX0BOM/s1600-h/RockinBoyBlogger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlZJDx41BNnzFSosUKFkwgRWntsfk_70uQUeeK8qupj5UsGeiX4NRc2-7RNBbaXl0XEKZIEAwJEfFgGTUk_4ENbd8uqdQWnhAIh-ZTQ_mGgQuWPya1z-ePtf1EXcrGfoWzLrETNX0BOM/s320/RockinBoyBlogger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087431187506917170" /></a><br />Ernest and I are honored to be nominated as Rocking Boy Bloggers by <a href="http://thecatrealm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Karl and Anastasia</a>, <a href="http://thecornishkitties.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Caesar and Princess</a>, and <a href="http://catbanter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Kimo and Sabi</a>. Thank you! We would like to nominate all those boy cats out there for this award, because all you boy cat bloggers rock!JThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770750849096637462noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-20406027311913246022007-07-13T18:52:00.000-05:002007-07-13T19:10:04.858-05:00Normal (food) service has been Resumed!The Feeders are home again! We were well cared for whilst they were away, but we slept a lot and waited, and it was hot here and we were jealous as they were in cooler climes (=England). Under such circumstances, Fritz and I can be quite good sleeping buddies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHWmaDGlRAcyYyjY9HtvGZeE0PfrmSXj66oyxPa_Zn0otMV5SQADjKKMv1R2ziRRdrPvq499bwiXQ2dG2ZjVL3jPS4KuX-ySlyX2G-6CL1kvxrBBePR9rYqKkAHJ555I1psLivs1nG7M/s1600-h/IMG_1633.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHWmaDGlRAcyYyjY9HtvGZeE0PfrmSXj66oyxPa_Zn0otMV5SQADjKKMv1R2ziRRdrPvq499bwiXQ2dG2ZjVL3jPS4KuX-ySlyX2G-6CL1kvxrBBePR9rYqKkAHJ555I1psLivs1nG7M/s320/IMG_1633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086834606915201106" /></a><br /><br />Not often we're so close: only when the Feeders are so afar:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLc-eMXLj4sB1Uw9xvnGHzjszgUitIfISsXcqm8qHdrOHGKylPFbj43kTXOADPZSpZbhb2O1aMwMxFcpzDyr89E84xMu5lzguo2PfWppofnKac21NdxMj2byWeasGLx1fuTqiSJWATe8/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLc-eMXLj4sB1Uw9xvnGHzjszgUitIfISsXcqm8qHdrOHGKylPFbj43kTXOADPZSpZbhb2O1aMwMxFcpzDyr89E84xMu5lzguo2PfWppofnKac21NdxMj2byWeasGLx1fuTqiSJWATe8/s320/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086835556102973538" /></a><br /><br />We don't have the full details of the trip yet, they appear a little tired at the moment . They say Jet Lag. We're patient kitties, but we can't help wondering if this was a contributing factor to thier slow recovery time.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2qD435LG-50prRwvtHqpajqLV0lunM09oG6JO6wxbxJRiniArDjJoYPypc3y9xLuTxGSJDQpDmEBDcca7aCoFJ-8_JlGMKPRyVQEum1mGhMy6J0YINJdw0Qam2Abfj-oOF6WPrw4NcA/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2qD435LG-50prRwvtHqpajqLV0lunM09oG6JO6wxbxJRiniArDjJoYPypc3y9xLuTxGSJDQpDmEBDcca7aCoFJ-8_JlGMKPRyVQEum1mGhMy6J0YINJdw0Qam2Abfj-oOF6WPrw4NcA/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086836578305190002" /></a><br /><br />When they are fully awake (5.00 am tomorrow if we have anything to do with it!), then no doubt we'll have more updates once more and news of the travels.<br /><br />Fritz and I hope you have all been well (& well fed) during our hiatus.Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-63144131837770815422007-07-02T17:37:00.000-05:002007-07-02T19:13:35.184-05:00Blimey, it was hot.Here in Manhattan it was too hot last week for much posting. It peaked at about 92 (on the old-world temperature thingy), and it was really humid to boot. Luckily, the Feeders are in training for a trip to Engalnd, so they were prepared to turn the only air conditioner we have up to "Arctic" setting (11 on the Spinal Tap scale), so hopefully they will be fully prepared for the full force of this English summer!<br /><br />Here I am, hogging the full force of the arctic blast (temporarily, as Fritz "of the Antarctic," relishes this perch too).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijGgqabm90IhJRYPppseNrgE4r495BSoXyNhwjTAln99A64oF_5CvEkvs3kRke1YRg3Zxh_YQ0VZheAfehF_7UX01x4gWNkHLtGVFIbraA-TlvF8GsjLJB5BHZG_dyBOoDRj8kAJCg5w/s1600-h/IMG_1567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgijGgqabm90IhJRYPppseNrgE4r495BSoXyNhwjTAln99A64oF_5CvEkvs3kRke1YRg3Zxh_YQ0VZheAfehF_7UX01x4gWNkHLtGVFIbraA-TlvF8GsjLJB5BHZG_dyBOoDRj8kAJCg5w/s320/IMG_1567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082736050750575922" /></a><br /><br />Without the air conditioning on in the bedroom, our fisking activities were limited. Not much else to do other than sit around as expansively and handsomely as possible: Here, together -<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCLw4srK9cJJnHytxaGzWpg8o7jJz2_KI7q9U0X7eykxMF23FIl_PGYW8wpHipuHKw14WGU4Mz8XsrT-TGTXdsYPVt_V-_rg-KwEpm3eesA-ad7o78fBxnUsvIMUWhLRMsZjdHVcN_e8/s1600-h/IMG_1586.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCLw4srK9cJJnHytxaGzWpg8o7jJz2_KI7q9U0X7eykxMF23FIl_PGYW8wpHipuHKw14WGU4Mz8XsrT-TGTXdsYPVt_V-_rg-KwEpm3eesA-ad7o78fBxnUsvIMUWhLRMsZjdHVcN_e8/s320/IMG_1586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082739040047813954" /></a><br /><br />And here's Fritz looking very cool and distinguished in adversely humid conditions - cool as a cucumber!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTtedNXNqGsjMOU4KQ8iXdrwJdDBdrcRz_SpbI1FLYHGNbNM8hUWOIGOvFPD1DUkw7IikGt9vzmWSK3GVhEm2UYLgJaKCBlzTPSyvuca4T81COSWXZbubtL-9g27x4b_M-R7l4RI1arw/s1600-h/IMG_1559.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyTtedNXNqGsjMOU4KQ8iXdrwJdDBdrcRz_SpbI1FLYHGNbNM8hUWOIGOvFPD1DUkw7IikGt9vzmWSK3GVhEm2UYLgJaKCBlzTPSyvuca4T81COSWXZbubtL-9g27x4b_M-R7l4RI1arw/s320/IMG_1559.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082739692882842962" /></a><br /><br />Of course, I can do that too:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnty81CUPf7XrwgWryS1MuPLg5oJCdgrrdZ_MR2m8jeQlFxGcYVm5g1ArZgsp9uNZMEeL8kFAMDOhcwVUC7CCT6qkAXZTLnx_apYufF6E34ynM-MfodIlK-jQEjrww1brwhm7RlyyJbbE/s1600-h/IMG_1618.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnty81CUPf7XrwgWryS1MuPLg5oJCdgrrdZ_MR2m8jeQlFxGcYVm5g1ArZgsp9uNZMEeL8kFAMDOhcwVUC7CCT6qkAXZTLnx_apYufF6E34ynM-MfodIlK-jQEjrww1brwhm7RlyyJbbE/s320/IMG_1618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082740070839965026" /></a><br /><br />Well, as it's me posting, and if it's too hot to move, I'll happily oblige the photographers with some of my best poses:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7aVPyiRN2eP6tj_yfSUqfUn7s2LMuFCExP9gucuqQ-IiJkw7YSowBZjOVv4k8ytMW3mOh8WLrmnaXc-TDVvgARBE8GPnyXZ5RjKtujj4mYwCt2iGJei0al2Px_BEWLmucYAgbqcRa0s/s1600-h/IMG_1625.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7aVPyiRN2eP6tj_yfSUqfUn7s2LMuFCExP9gucuqQ-IiJkw7YSowBZjOVv4k8ytMW3mOh8WLrmnaXc-TDVvgARBE8GPnyXZ5RjKtujj4mYwCt2iGJei0al2Px_BEWLmucYAgbqcRa0s/s320/IMG_1625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082740607710877042" /></a><br /><br />But, the vanity backfires: just as I look left for my best profile shot (even though I say so myself) .....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-LFRfo-JML2s35qpsChonaEN4GZgxoHlh_rlNr9QPKDSka_Yrn8px_v7VOgP7If4643R3lLsGY6HQTOT4QPgJCR7_syOyMh2LU3Kh3Vg3E3UEp95DBn6ulu7Fbc8f4eb1ygmqbcjK64/s1600-h/IMG_1617.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-LFRfo-JML2s35qpsChonaEN4GZgxoHlh_rlNr9QPKDSka_Yrn8px_v7VOgP7If4643R3lLsGY6HQTOT4QPgJCR7_syOyMh2LU3Kh3Vg3E3UEp95DBn6ulu7Fbc8f4eb1ygmqbcjK64/s320/IMG_1617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082740977078064514" /></a><br /><br />Then, to my right, distracting my moment in the limelight, what do you think that ginger blur might be?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxGTpiSZXpmNP-8hAjkpzmfWrogObNBqUcp6JceGdG8urPdW9hiQmCRoF3mNkWZQS59WATdxWm_fvnfF4ptt0X2ZcaJQWSfZJzUirTU8k3ZM2tyI65-08wNKaMmVlPxSDbaN7ogS46OY/s1600-h/IMG_1616.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikxGTpiSZXpmNP-8hAjkpzmfWrogObNBqUcp6JceGdG8urPdW9hiQmCRoF3mNkWZQS59WATdxWm_fvnfF4ptt0X2ZcaJQWSfZJzUirTU8k3ZM2tyI65-08wNKaMmVlPxSDbaN7ogS46OY/s320/IMG_1616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082745370829608338" /></a><br /><br />I'll tell you what it might be....jealous!Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-71874783831856745192007-06-26T19:09:00.000-05:002007-07-02T18:55:03.622-05:00Mad Hatters<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NfQ7uBer3p-YO4mc1ZnmCwpYeR44E5LEjWaDPMJcL9cTFjMdk-fs8NgtJv905VNIFhtPVYdC_qabUJl2c_J10ZAJ5eUlSIYonUvr4s6R4Ds-U-bFANDtTtWb7G18NH9a7NlYT7pHObQ/s1600-h/B0000598.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NfQ7uBer3p-YO4mc1ZnmCwpYeR44E5LEjWaDPMJcL9cTFjMdk-fs8NgtJv905VNIFhtPVYdC_qabUJl2c_J10ZAJ5eUlSIYonUvr4s6R4Ds-U-bFANDtTtWb7G18NH9a7NlYT7pHObQ/s320/B0000598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080530988771005714" /></a><br /><br />Sometime next week, the Feeders are off to England for a visit. They did go last year at about the same time, and we'll have our guest feeder to look after us, but we're not too happy about them leaving. Especially as last year, they went to an English Rowing regatta, and, according to the photographs that they took, it's de rigeur for the Ladies wear cat toys on thier heads.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLKQBDf79DFt8ki83zB9CDHORsLVIvm7y1nxeUvDp4OFGMBS-WmrqbjojFerO409RTOh4CzfLy3G5N7mngwAXllc0Ll1kDeJIYUagnlLKqj7SLNMxBVRK1WTuYrx7CbdACnoMLXN4hS4/s1600-h/B0000590.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLKQBDf79DFt8ki83zB9CDHORsLVIvm7y1nxeUvDp4OFGMBS-WmrqbjojFerO409RTOh4CzfLy3G5N7mngwAXllc0Ll1kDeJIYUagnlLKqj7SLNMxBVRK1WTuYrx7CbdACnoMLXN4hS4/s320/B0000590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080530799792444674" /></a><br /><br />The above example upset our English Feeder somewhat, as it appears these are real butterflies, but, dead ones. A painted Lady, a Red Admiral and (perhaps?) a Small Tortoiseshell, he thinks, based on his schoolboy butterfly identification skills (of which he's a bit proud).<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IV1ZCH5LO005QsUbJskPxdazIynOtDlEtbdVU8vDJ5N7ehnK7kLL9UTKVgRytuK4s7qhaL7uU-1-x2aUIcrgnyFW6OVSGOSkOWmq5nvhcCHBh4_KRnF5gftYfhbREzZznCuRVdg-GxE/s1600-h/B0000142.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_IV1ZCH5LO005QsUbJskPxdazIynOtDlEtbdVU8vDJ5N7ehnK7kLL9UTKVgRytuK4s7qhaL7uU-1-x2aUIcrgnyFW6OVSGOSkOWmq5nvhcCHBh4_KRnF5gftYfhbREzZznCuRVdg-GxE/s320/B0000142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080530726778000626" /></a><br /><br />Frankly though, however clever these hats may look at the big event, we can only assume that their wearers are returning home to a cat-free environment....<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogBvRwCnKOwNh2mVVWhHC5X3qTtGOm2l_vPFh7nMQk4IS4BmNcm_0Li2eLkrA9AeEsQjqaBmQBz9uaGq6WibbB5ZGsDCMKljXQwlWUdvfNIuYiKh3qvMkuN5QpRymOJJFczPKmrQ2LO4/s1600-h/B0000611.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogBvRwCnKOwNh2mVVWhHC5X3qTtGOm2l_vPFh7nMQk4IS4BmNcm_0Li2eLkrA9AeEsQjqaBmQBz9uaGq6WibbB5ZGsDCMKljXQwlWUdvfNIuYiKh3qvMkuN5QpRymOJJFczPKmrQ2LO4/s320/B0000611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080531100440155426" /></a><br /><br />Because, well, I have an inkling we don't have to tell you, but Fritz and I would be ready to bring them down a peg or two...Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-42222589990160109952007-06-24T11:30:00.000-05:002007-07-02T18:56:32.388-05:00Miss Peach's Meme<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qO6r-MypTS-iiL0FpusoVGvzhvUdPyJpZstQFJunryyllxW1iI3Rgh-KrcTlayLH9aeNqjib8zvgDsAkBRWO4XI3yAeMxX6h-SQslDlrIUDl8iEGN6yrQj9rvkhq_t1o7RVR9p2eTVY/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1qO6r-MypTS-iiL0FpusoVGvzhvUdPyJpZstQFJunryyllxW1iI3Rgh-KrcTlayLH9aeNqjib8zvgDsAkBRWO4XI3yAeMxX6h-SQslDlrIUDl8iEGN6yrQj9rvkhq_t1o7RVR9p2eTVY/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079775042053476434" /></a><br /><br />Our friends <a href="http://thecatrealm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Anastasia and Karl</a> have tagged us for <a href="http://misspeachsmeowz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Miss Peach's</a> meme. We love learning more about our cat friends, so here's another chance to learn more about us!<br /><br />1) Favorite season? <br />Fritz: Winter for sure! I love snuggling with the Feeders and catching snow flakes from inside the window!<br />Ernest: Springtime! That's when the birdies come out!<br /><br />2) Favorite colors?<br />Fritz: Orange, of course!<br />Ernest: All the brightest colors! I embrace the rainbow!<br /><br />3) Favorite room? <br />Fritz: The kitchen... that's where the <a href="http://www.merrickpetcare.com/store/canned_cat_food.php" target="_blank">Grammy's Pot Pie</a> is!<br />Ernest: The living room... that's where the best windows are!<br /><br />4) Do you like dogs? <br />Fritz: My best friend from kittenhood was a dog. Some of them are great fun!<br />Ernest: I've never met one. <br /><br />5) Ever been in an airplane box? <br />Fritz: Yes. It was not fun. At least I got to ride in the cabin with a Feeder.<br />Ernest: Never. <br /><br />6) Do you have the get bathed? <br />Fritz: Hell, no! I do not like getting wet.<br />Ernest: I fell in the tub once when a Feeder was taking a shower. It wasn't pretty.<br /><br />7) Are you in love? <br />Fritz: I love my <a href="http://www.thecatconnection.com/page/TCC/PROD/SALE/CNP-0131" target="_blank">catnip cigars</a>!<br />Ernest: I love all the ladies!<br /><br />8) Where would you like to travel to? <br />Fritz: Hmmm... I'm not a fan of the cat carrier and I definitely did not enjoy my airport experience. I'm happy here!<br />Ernest: Any exotic locales!<br /><br />9) What do you ignore? <br />Fritz: Ernest in the morning.<br />Ernest: Any time a Feeder says "ERNEST!"<br /><br />10) How many lives have you used up? <br />Fritz: Luckily I have not had any close calls. I still have all my nine lives.<br />Ernest: It's hard to say how many lives I lost in that basement before the Feeders found me.<br /><br />11) Do you have any dark secrets? <br />Fritz: Nope.<br />Ernest: Well, I do have a secret lair. That's where I hide the toys...<br /><br />12) What is your favorite holiday? <br />Fritz: Thanksgiving! Turkey is a great treat!<br />Ernest: Isn't every day a holiday?<br /><br />13) Water or milk? <br />Fritz: Milk makes me sick. <br />Ernest: I have never had milk before.<br /><br />14) Why do you blog? <br />Fritz: I like to make new friends!<br />Ernest: Me too!<br /><br />15) Are you into extremes? <br />Fritz: Well, I am a championship napper!<br />Ernest: I am into extreme playing!<br /><br />16) Favorite TV shows? <br />Fritz: I really enjoyed the dinosaur series on the Discovery Channel.<br />Ernest: I don't watch TV.<br /><br />17) Are you a pesty lap cat?<br />Fritz: I do like a good nap, but I wouldn't call myself pesty!<br />Ernest: Laps! Laps are for sleeping!<br /><br />18) Inside or outside cat? <br />Fritz: Inside only... we live in New York City!<br />Ernest: Inside.<br /><br />19) What makes you happy? <br />Fritz: A full tummy and a warm Feeder's lap.<br />Ernest: Climbing on the bike frames!<br /><br />20) Your most embarrassing moment?<br />Fritz: I always act with the grace and poise one would expect from a cat.<br />Ernest: See answer to #6.<br /><br />I hope you all enjoyed that! We tag all the cool cats out there who have not done this meme yet!JThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15770750849096637462noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5751645358824468644.post-77339964410641460382007-06-22T19:32:00.000-05:002007-07-02T18:57:01.177-05:00Half Moon over ManhattanHere's a view from our window this evening. The thunderstorms came through yesterday and today has been a clear and less humid day; our kind of weather. This may be too small for you to see in this picture, but those are lions on the cornice of the top (12th) floor of the building accross the street. <br /><br />We admire them often, and wonder how the air (and bird spotting) is up there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgN8RRKF0mb1diexGY07OL44DgmS4_2g3BOp08BgXOnyzpNHqeLkMUlX3BEg-yJnnwmfBlCNG39ZjqoJaZa5oWQdoWEOY44bakx-okaZ6G-PHWIQrWOzhdpmL_dDqe5LEK_PYbYXjryAM/s1600-h/IMG_1535.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgN8RRKF0mb1diexGY07OL44DgmS4_2g3BOp08BgXOnyzpNHqeLkMUlX3BEg-yJnnwmfBlCNG39ZjqoJaZa5oWQdoWEOY44bakx-okaZ6G-PHWIQrWOzhdpmL_dDqe5LEK_PYbYXjryAM/s320/IMG_1535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079052074012908498" /></a><br /><br />Again, perhaps the picture may be too small, but if you can see a lattice like pattern imposed over it, well, that's our nemisis: the anti-pigeon netting. This was insatalled around the inner parts of our building about a year ago. <br /><br />So, alas, no longer can we stalk the pigeons from behind our windows as they preen upon our fire escape. <br /><br />Luckily, there are still plenty of birds to espy; but now they are just farther from our no-doubt terrifying posturing<br /><br />Talking of which, here's Fritz from a year ago, pre-netting, looking through our window: he has him in his sights! <br /><br />Regrettably the pigeon, for some reason, looks fairly defiant! <br /><br />A New York pigeon knows a 6th floor apartment cat does not have open windows without screens, and hence, Fritz can only threaten in vain.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnaEqcJPx0CAlhWGJhWGmVM8YqecVcfFu02E1Zk4Ba6yiOABCmJmKdwyOO610HQZsSEWlz2mmCQloMyhBXWFQ2meNllYBhQbd5-YyQNynikgiOHsJqRSEJ1DEAp5kw0v5OBTJd2UKxkg/s1600-h/B0000253.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnaEqcJPx0CAlhWGJhWGmVM8YqecVcfFu02E1Zk4Ba6yiOABCmJmKdwyOO610HQZsSEWlz2mmCQloMyhBXWFQ2meNllYBhQbd5-YyQNynikgiOHsJqRSEJ1DEAp5kw0v5OBTJd2UKxkg/s320/B0000253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079053942323682274" /></a>Ernestohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049313446503302451noreply@blogger.com7