And here’s your random kitty picture.
Off to get the traditional Jewish Christmas dinner: Chinese food. Already saw the movie.
The Catmage Chronicles
Andy thought he was going crazy when a talking cat showed up at his front door. He couldn’t have been more wrong.Goldeneyes is a Catmage – a cat with human intelligence and magical abilities. Andy is an eighth grader who is smart, impulsive, and trying to avoid the school bully at all costs. A prophecy threw them together. There’s just one problem: Goldeneyes can’t stand humans.The Catmage world is heading toward war. Goldeneyes and Andy must try to stop the enemy from getting stronger. And they must save a powerful Catmage who’s been kidnapped. For Goldeneyes, it’s personal. That Catmage is her grandmother.Andy and Goldeneyes must try to put aside their differences. If they can’t, the enemy will soon be too powerful to defeat…
Kitties!!!!
Thank you Meryl. Our 4 month old rescue kitty Gizmo went outside into the yard today and explored.
Heard a cowbird, freaked and ran back inside to hide.
Pamela, I’ve been in this condo for just over two years now, and I’ve been really paranoid that Tig was going to be in the garage when I go out, and either get run over, run away, or get hit by the garage door closing. So I’ve been really, really careful about making sure he’s out of my garage before I start the car.
Well, tonight, he was in the garage, and I didn’t know it. I got in the car, went out for Chinese food, came back, opened the garage door with the remote, and saw Tigger running in fear towards the far end of the garage. I pulled in, stopped the car, closed the garage door, turned off the car, and then tried to stop laughing. Got out of the car and went to the door, Tig was yowling his “OHMIGODI’MDYING” howl/yowl of fear, I open the door, he jets through at 60mph, straight upstairs, heading, I presume, for under the bureau. I finally stop laughing and head upstairs. He’s tentatively waiting to see if I’m going to grab him and put him in the car. He decides I’m not, but boy, I’m not going to worry about him being in the garage ever again. He’s such a chickenshit, there’s no way I’m going to run him over, or he’s going to run out the garage door, or get hit by it. He’s going to look for somewhere to hide until it’s safe.
Ahhh. Thank you, Meryl.
Somehow I can see Tig stretching a forepaw toward Gracie’s side, and Gracie gearing up for a swat. “Watch it, young ‘un!”
Yeah, it’s not quite like that. Last night, Tig decided that Auntie Gracie wanted to play. Auntie Gracie most decidedly did not. There was hissing, swatting, and laughter from me, because it’s pretty funny to watch him try to play with her. She runs away. So he thinks, “Woot! She’s playing!” and runs after her. That’s when the hissing and swatting occurs. And Tig never takes one hiss or one swat as a hint, so it keeps going for a bit.
Poor Tig. That’s why I play with him so much, because Gracie won’t.