Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Individuality




Chloe (top left) & Clover (top right)
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"With the qualities of cleanliness, affection, patience, dignity, and courage that cats have, how many of us, I ask you, would be capable of becoming cats?"
~ Fernand Mery
I've been asked to help readers distinguish our four Siamese cats, just as I did with the Ragdolls. The collage above of our two matronly cats, or the "rednecks" as my dad calls them. (They wear red collars.) Chloe and Clover are sisters and the oldest of our crew at almost 14 years of age. Miss Chloe is to the top left, the first born of her litter. She is our prim and proper cat, always sitting at attention with front paws together and tail wrapped around them. Oh yes! Her most distinguishing feature? She is cross-eyed, all the time. I often wonder if she sees two of everything? She rarely meows, walks quietly through the house and loves to sleep in the bean bag chairs. On occasion she will walk slowly by another cat as if ignoring him/her, then suddenly whirl and slap them silly. Then she runs away; it's the old "hit and run" technique.

Miss Clover is a pacer, through the house from the back bedroom to the sunroom and back again at least ten times a day. She has been the "dark" one since birth with a mask that is deep black and body fur almost as dark; this color makes her most unusual blue eyes pop! Her eyes are a liquid deep blue with a marbleized, almost textured look up close. She is our opera star; she sings a loud "meoooowwww" over and over with a low tone. As all opera stars know, the acoustics in the bathroom are the best for singers and this is her primary performance venue. I would have to say that Clover is the most cranky; she wants what she wants and snarls when she doesn't get her way, although she seems to be mellowing with age.

Togetherness is this sibling pair's motto; they sleep together, eat together, clean each others ears and occasionally engage in neck biting, hissing and spitting at each other... but this passes quickly and soon they are again snuggled together asleep. The bottom two pictures show the difference in their coat colors.... in the left picture Chloe is on the left, in the right picture she is on the right.


Miss Scarlett (top left) and Mr. Rhett (top right)

Miss Scarlett and Mr. Rhett were orphaned at about 5 weeks of age and were donated to an auction at Nyssa's small school. Now they will soon be twelve years old.

Miss Scarlett is the embodiment of her namesake from Gone With The Wind, a true southern belle. When cornered, she has been known to produce the sound effects of feline gang warfare and do it all by herself. In fact, this has become a form of entertainment for her brother and Willow, one of the Ragdolls. Chase Scarlett into a room and sit back to watch the fireworks..... hissing, spitting, growling, screeching, yowling, see mom run in from the other room..... look up at mom with innocent eyes.... "we didn't touch her!" Scarlett has always been a bit rotund... a pear shaped kitty; but this year she started losing weight; at first we thought it was from her new habit of licking ice almost constantly but now the thought is hyperthyroidism. She has lost half of her body weight but eats well; we will know as soon as the labs come back. One physical feature? Her large white patch of fur on her belly. (lower left)

Last, but certainly not least is Mr. Rhett of the "moon eyes." Women adore him. Men envy his way with women. He is respectful yet attentive; genteel and polite, he speaks when spoken to and in the softest of voices. Rhett gazes deep into a woman's eyes and gently offers his paw with a soft touch on arm or leg, but is never overbearing. He is a watch cat and senses the arrival of visitors before they ring the doorbell; therefore, he is the first to welcome them into the house. Rhett is a people feline; he could not live without that human contact. And he makes the best footwarmer. Rhett is the heartthrob, the actor, the movie star... he IS Rhett Butler to the core and as such, bears his own unique identification tag that reads... "Babe Magnet."

Together this sibling pair have hit every high and low point of their human counterparts with knock down drag out cat fights and quiet times of mutual grooming. At the end of the day there remains simple annoyance. (bottom right picture..Scarlett on right)

So there you have it... how to differentiate between our four Siamese! Any more questions? Cats on Tuesday is at Gattina's again this week. You can visit her to find other participants as well. The Siamese are taking their turn on Friday's Ark this week and will visit the other cats at the Carnival of the Cats on Sunday. This week the carnival is hosted by Pet's Garden Blog. (end of post)

Monday, January 08, 2007

Crown Prince of "Cute"


Cute Max enjoys being the center of attention and his basketball. (Rebel)
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"I think we are drawn to dogs because they are the uninhibited creatures we might be if we weren't certain we knew better." ~ George Bird Evans
Max is our very, very "cute" dog. Since he is a rescue dog, I have no idea how old he is but the vet tells me he is at least eight or nine. Even though he has lymphoma of the skin, a chronic cocker allergy and dry eyes; he seems happy and such a ham! His orange basketball is the absolute favorite toy and now Santa brought him two new ones. He loves an audience; always prefers a person to sit and watch him toss his ball in the air and nudge it off the bed with his nose, or to listen to the incessant squeaking as he growls and chews on it. If his humans aren't available, he'll perform for the cats although we all know how easily they are to impress. (much sarcasm)

Max is cute when he is fuzzy with long hair and adorable after his buzz cut when he's feeling a bit "nekkid" and at all stages in between. He has stolen my heart with his big brown eyes and while I don't know how long we can keep his cancer at bay, I'll make sure he is happy and spoiled as long as possible. After all, Max is the "Crown Prince" of Cute!

Submission for Moody Monday topic "cute".
Max hasn't been to Friday's Ark for some time and he loves to visit with other dogs at the vet, so why not at the Carnival of the Dogs hosted by Mickey's Musings? (end of post)

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Stopping A Moment......


...at twilight on the beach. (Rebel)
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"A good snapshot stops a moment from running away."
~ Eudora Welty
It has been a warm winter to date, but as the sun sets in the evening and dusk is in full swing, the air chills; at the beach the wind gently blows off the ocean with a bit more bite. On Wednesday, the sun set at 5PM and moonrise began around 5:05PM; a full moon with clear skies, no clouds, no rain and no fog. The beach is sparsely populated in winter and although the Christmas light display had yet to be removed, they were dark and only a scattered handful of people and the ever present seagulls were in attendance. Nyssa and I set up our beach towels and tripods near the oceans edge and composed a few shots of the curious gulls and the sunset; all the time soaking in the sound of the waves as they rolled ashore.

I snapped this shot and then wondered; where are these two going and what are they talking about? Life? Books? Kids? Work? Parents? Or have they been running on the hard beach sand or down the boardwalk and are now just enjoying the sunset and cool wind as they stroll back to their cars. Perhaps all of the above; perhaps none. Only one thing is certain. At this moment in the deep red twilight, I took a snapshot and for just an instant, time froze.

Submission for SeeItSunday topic "snapshot". (end of post)

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Remaking A Memory



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"Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things." ~ Cicero
In 2001, my parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary with friends and family from all across the United States. Mom wanted a big party so my brother and I gave them one. Her original attendants were there to walk down the aisle with her, one more time. As part of the celebration we re-created the original wedding cake and added its picture to the decoration. The only difference were golden leaves in place of the white ones around the icing roses and the graying hair of the couple atop the cake. Even the ring of white carnations, and fern were added to match those lovely flowers from 50 years ago.

The theme for Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt this week is "memory". You can go here to "Grab the Scavenger Hunt code" and here to join the blogroll. This really cute new logo is available there as well. The link to other participants is in my blogroll on the sidebar.

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I'm Not Dead....


...I just crossed the path of a black cat!!
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"A computer and a cat are somewhat alike; they both purr, and like to be stroked, and spend a lot of the day motionless. They also have secrets they don't necessarily share." ~ John Updike
"To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer." ~ Anonymous
Twenty-four hours ago I sat down to compose my Friday's Ark post and what to my wondering eyes should appear but the message...... "Server cannot be found." What? Called Verizon. "There is an outage in the Churchland, Virginia area. Try again in an hour or so." This went on and on and on and on. All night, all day! Finally, no message posted on the tech support number, but when the "real" (yes, a real person) came on the line, he proceeded to tell me that the server was fine, it had to be the wireless router.... then mumbled something about "bridging" and "loss of setting" and "must transfer to Linksys." Great! While on perpetual hold.... I gathered network folders, previous instructions I had received and checked out some of the setup areas for our router. After being on hold for an hour.... I decided to see what changing the password did. Suddenly I'm connected, the router is working, everyone can get back on the internet and I have no idea what I really did. You see, I put the same password in as was in to begin with.... Anyway... here I am again. No, I didn't die, not sick, didn't go out of town, or run out of pictures; just a major computer glitch. And I learned how dependent we have become on this thing.... no eBay or e-mail for mom; no instant messages or cherry pie recipes for Nyssa; and I have multiple posts to catch up on! So I better get going!


The original is in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY.
George Caleb Bingham (1811–1879)
Fur Traders Descending the Missouri, 1845
Oil on canvas

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