Yard work pays off, somewhat

Just in time, as my weed-clearing of the yard has progressed to the backyard, I received my yard sign this week and planted it in front on Saturday afternoon. Sue seems to think it’s quite visible from the street, so I’ll leave it there for awhile and check it out as I come and go. I already have a matching sticker on my car.

Also including a gratuitous picture of the neighbor’s little cat from earlier in the month; must have forgotten this on my camera a few weeks ago. Some days he really wants to make himself at home. It’s like having grandkids, I suppose. Have some fun and then send them home. In his case, he was snoozing today away in my yard for the most part.

Note to mom if she’s still reading this blog: this is just an example of posting some pictures online, through the blog. My other option at present is my Photobucket album. I’m trying to get into the habit of posting up my camera pics there. Hopefully, will do as much during the vacation if that pans out.

Cats, always loafing

…even in middle-earth, it seems. Since SWTOR will be in the stores tomorrow I expect to be installing it and witnessing long queues and server crashes. Tonight I was taking care of my affairs in LOTRO and having a look in the Lone-Lands. My remaining deed points in Bree-land are ridiculous, so they can wait (killing hundreds of barrow-wights and spiders). Came back to Bree to crash in the Prancing Pony, and I spotted this cat doing what cats do. Even the pixelated breed.

CATCHETE!

Picked this up from Skepchick; I guess atheists like cats, the soulless, malicious little beasties that they are.

Cats, I mean. Anyway, fair warning, it’s excessively cute. And in French, but that doesn’t matter really.

Water falls from sky!

It was a suitably gloomy day in the desert today, and this evening it actually rained some. The rain is welcome, to most – we’re still technically in some level of drought here, and the monsoon has not been all that impressive in town. Sue thinks the force-field provided by too much pavement has driven it out. I have to admit, even in my relatively brief near-decade living here, I’ve seen changes.

Anyway, the rain was not appreciated by a certain orange kitty, who made sure to complain to me about it. So I let him in for a little while. I think the thunder scared him under a table. I gathered some evidence of it, and he didn’t appreciate that either.

So after getting a dose of the Laser Cat Eyes I put him outside, and it was amusing to see him gallop off. Ack! Wet! Everything’s Wet!!

Poor Stinkbug. He’ll find some shelter. Probably on my car, in the carport.

And now, for something completely different

This is the other orange cat my neighbors more or less own, who likes to hang around my house way more than his own. Like Mudbug before him, this little guy is nice now but we expect he will eventually become a grown-up emo cat. In the meantime, he dug the breeze from the cooler on Sunday and slept in my chair for hours. The neighbors call him ‘little girl’ because of his pitiful squeak, I guess. But since Sue verified that it’s a he, we don’t use that. We tend to call him Stinkbug instead. Or orange poison one. Because the orange ones are poison.

Maybe I’ll post this up on some pootie-wozzle diary on DKos, and gain ridiculous mojo. Ooh look a kitty!!

Desert springtime

We may only just be into March, but with the past few days of ~80 degree weather, it might as well be spring here. Granted, an extraordinarily brief springtime before the blast furnace kicks in, but that’s all right. Enough with the cold already. My neighbor’s cats seem to have a similar attitude about things, having survived what I think is their first winter. So I was inspired to drag out the camera and take a few shots of them.

Mudbug is out sunning himself today in my backyard. He seems sick of the cold too. He’s grown up into a nice, stocky little emo-cat, fine with playing around but no cuddles and pets anymore. He has a little more muscle on him; I think he gets into fights. Sue is beside herself that he has become un-cuddly. But, she has his little brother, his clone…

He’s a little washed-out from shooting through sunlight, but the little guy is sulking after I shooed him away from the door. He likes to visit…a lot. And since he is so cuddly, Sue loves the dickens out of him. If she thought she could get away with it, I’m sure she would steal him. Well, there’s that and the four cats she has already, and two of those have been strays fished out of my yard.

Furry pest visit

During the afternoon the kitten found me, while I was outside trimming some of the plant life in the yard. Naturally he decided to come inside to play with the string and otherwise look for mischief. I wish I knew what about my house he likes so much; I might be inspired to change it, heh. One of these days he’ll grow up and be as indifferent and aloof as his pal Mudbug.

And then, there was string

Since I have a couple extra days off, I picked up some rope today to tie back a tree that is growing lopsided enough for my car to run into its branches. As a side effect, I have some…string. And as I was working on the tree, who should arrive but Sue’s little buddy to heedlessly play with the string while I was trying to work.

I brought him inside with a piece of string to occupy him for awhile. I’m sure Sue will be happy next weekend to have some string for the kitty to play with.

Sue’s missing out

Since we’re in this state of economic woe and Sue can’t upgrade her PC here, she doesn’t come over as much. And this is what she’s missing. Teasing you mercilessly, yep! Look at da kitty…aww…

This little guy continues to come and visit, probably looking for her. Continues to prowl around my kitchen while I cook dinner, hoping I will feed him, since she fed him in here, blast it. And when I settle down this is where he goes: her chair. I imagine it’s pretty cool compared to being outside. At least until he gets bored, makes a nuisance of himself, and gets the boot.

And then they grow up

I had a two-kitty sighting the other day and decided to take a picture as proof for Sue. She hasn’t seen Mudbug lately (on the right). We see the kitties in their natural habitat; the little one wants to play, and Mudbug would rather play knock-it-off. Sue thinks he’s getting a little paunchy. Turning into a regular lazy housecat, Mudbug is.

Hopefully their novelty will wear off before she steals one.