Ever Watchful

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Whether she’s on guard duty in the front window, asleep by the fire, or nestled comfortably on a lap, Bebe knows exactly how to impart a sense of security.

Distrust and caution are the parents of security. —Benjamin Franklin

 

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The Top Ten Reasons Cats Get Drunk

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The Top Ten Reasons Cats Get Drunk

#10—Trader Joe’s™ discontinued Super Tuna Feast.

#9—They can spread the hangovers over 9 lives.

#8—David Letterman retired.

#7—Someone Velcroed the table lamps.

#6—The new baby has its own room.

#5—The litter box video bombed on YouTube™.

#4—“Milk AGAIN?”

#3—Their owner brought home a poodle named Missy.

#2—“I’m going to the V-E-T tomorrow.”

And the #1 Reason Cats Get Drunk:

THE ELECTION IS OVER!

A Warm Cat On An Old Chair

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I’d like mornings better if they started later. —Author Unknown

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That Look

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Leopard in a tree at mid-day, Masai Mara, Kenya

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
—Albert Einstein

Sunday Morning

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Since last week’s mix of snow and ice melted our weather’s been iffy—if you stepped outside you’d be hit by rain and gusty winds. I cleaned up a bit of the downfall left over from the storm during a short break, but only small limbs and debris around the deck. The larger branches won’t get cut and stacked until my chain saw returns from the shop in a week.

I wasn’t looking for pictures this morning when another break came, momentary sunshine flooding the dining area and intersecting with Smudge, who didn’t seem to notice (or care).

Black (& White) Friday

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“You have succeeded in life when all you really want is only what you really need.” —Vernon Howard

“Life shouldn’t be printed on dollar bills.” —Clifford Odets

A Subliminal Cat

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Not quite a black cat in a coal bin, but when our tuxedo beauty, Scooter, paused among yesterday’s shadows in the living room, I caught a different look thanks to the slanting, contrasting light. And, for once, she wasn’t required to “Say Mouse!”

“When I play with my cat, how do I know that she is not passing time with me rather than I with her?” —Montaigne