Friday, May 29, 2009

Vinca and Bishop's Weed and Milk Weed, Oh My!

Just a couple of weeks ago it looked like the vinca jungle had been tamed.
Now the truth can be seen. Even some bishop's weed is coming back - I thought the vinca had eaten all of that.

Guess I just have to keep hoeing. I'll hoe around the resurgent dayliles and the milkweed, though, I like them.


The showcase for the work of Royal College of Art graduate sculptors will be open to the public from 28 May to 7 June in Battersea, London. Pictured above is Gareth Williams' sculpture "I Say, I Say, I Say", a dog made from chewing gum and the artist's own hair

Looks more like something my cat horked up than art to me.
(I'd use a triple layer of paper towels to pick it up.)

Thursday, May 28, 2009

May Meanderings

The Merry Month of May seems not to be a good one for blogging. Fist off, I have to head to Houston (shudder) for the Engineer's annual conference, then my folks usually come for their annual visit. This is a good thing. Mom spends every possible moment at the LDS Family History Center - she's big into genealogy - and Dad and I hang out. Four years ago, I had to do some important Master Gardener stuff on the Saturday of their visit, so the Engineer and Dad did some in-law bonding of the manly sort. They went to Home Depot, bought lumber and hardware and built a picnic table. Then, of course, a virtuous human would be getting the garden into shape... I finally had the vinca jungle pruned, but the vinca, being vinca, is making a comeback. I really should be out there hoeing, but I'm avoiding right now by writing this blog entry. Also avoiding divvying up the daylilies that were dug up along with the vinca. Must do that today as dinner with Kate & KC is planned for tonight, and they are to be the main recipients of the plants. Plain ol' non-hybridized, takes a hammer to kill 'em, ditch lilies. My favorites. I'm avoiding another plant task as well. Iron Needles sent me some iris last fall and I said I would send her some feverfew in exchange. I potted up some small plants and set them aside for the roots to take hold. They got covered with snow. No biggie, I figured, she couldn't plant them until spring anyway.

Unfortunately, I was too slow this spring. When I went looking for them after the last drifts melted, I couldn't find them.


So I asked the Engineer...

He had "cleaned up," all the pots he considered to be junk. Sigh. My own fault for not being quicker. Now I need to pot up some more and let them settle in for shipping to Colorado. First I need to find some more smallish plastic pots to put them in; not an easy task after an Engineer sweep. So, Iron, they are coming, eventually, really, I promise.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Speedy Little Lady

They're not great photos, but here's the reason I was able to get them at all...

Monday, May 11, 2009

This LOL's For Me

Though some of us are witless...

What can I say, I'm an I Can Has Cheezburger addict.

Thursday, May 7, 2009


Home from the annual trip to Houston, and what's the first thing I do? Take Kitsu to the vet for her yearly physical.

Tune the tail, rotate the legs, check the tuna levels. And, of course, indignity of indignities, take the temperature. After that the rabies shot was trivial.

Poor cat was terrified. Nobody will ever be able to convince me that cats don't remember things. Kitsu's never liked going to the vet, but it was more of a pain in the dainty derriere than anything else until last winter when she was so sick and had to be incarcerated for I.V. fluids and antibiotics for several days. She was shaking and wailing for most of the visit this time.

At least the vet, at long last, has a diagnoses as to what happened to both of the girls (Sachi had it too, though not as badly.)


Yep, that's the name for the syndrome. The vet had several more cases last winter after she'd treated the girls, some almost as bad. After extensive research and careful examination of common factors, it came down to getting hold of toxic birdies.

Kitsu was pronounced completely healthy today. She's even gained back all of the weight she'd lost last winter.

When the vet was done with her, Kitsu sat on the chair in the examination room and glared at us. No doubt at all in either the Doctor's mind or mine exactly what comments the cat was making about our ancestry and personal habits.

When I opened the door to her carrier, she slunk in, curling her tail protectively around her hindquarters. She moaned and cried all the way home.

One would expect that Kitsu would be angry at me for a long time after such a betrayal. How could a loving human subject her beloved cat to such torture? A grudge would be darn reasonable thing to carry.

I got home, opened the cat carrier and unlocked the cat door. Kitsu ran in and out a few times to make sure it was real, then attached herself to me.

For the last few hours, she's been VelcroKitty, snuggled as close to me as she can get, purring and nudging me if I stop patting her. (Making me feel all the more guilty for tormenting my furry friend.)


Humans could learn a lesson from this little cat.