Good Thing I Like Snow

As always, sure am glad I'm not a bird.

Murder and Mayhem - Kitteh Style

It hadz da nip inz it. I hadda do it.

Pooing In Our Own Nest - Today's Newspaper

Need I say more? (cough, cough...)

Found Her!

I have a friend who actually went to the Inauguration. She did have a leg up as she lives about two miles from the Lincoln Memorial. She made a couple of blog posts on the event, including one with amazing GeoEye satellite images of the crowd.

Wow!

Then she offered 50 points to anyone who could find her...

I found her, I found her!

I want my 50 points, please.

The Day's "Well, Poo!" Moment

Today was to be my 100th donation. I was stoked. I leaped into my trusty green Subaru and drove south, arriving at the Red Cross Blood Services a mere 10 minutes late for my 10:15 appointment. I was greeted at the front desk by KC, who volunteers there, with a card and congratulations. I read the educational materials. I went back with my blood sucker, had my mini physical and took my computer test. I passed everything. I walked in glory to my assigned recliner, spooled up my movie, "Hellboy II, The Golden Army" (I only watch the classics.) My pair of blood suckers awarded me with a "Centennial Certificate" and a fuzzy red blankie, then stuck needles into the crooks of both my arms and turned on the machine. Hosannas were heard from on high.

Then came the "Well, Pooh!" moment.

It was a bad stick in my persnickety left arm.

So the floor supervisor stuck me again.

No go.

What an anticlimax. All that hoohah and no donation.

I tried to give the certificate and blankie back, but they wouldn't take them. Said it was the effort that counted.

Next Monday, when I go back, it's a single needle donation for me. Takes longer, but that evil left arm won't be able to screw me up.

To make myself feel better, I went to Three Wishes and bought some yarn to knit a case for my new laptop. Mmmm... yarn.

Mutants Among Us!

Kate of High Altitude Gardening blogged that she had bought an orchid on sale at the grocery store last week. Of course, I wanted to know which grocery store.

"Smith's," she said.

Oh boy! That's where I do my weekly shopping. When I got there Saturday, I went straight to the floral department and discovered I was a bit too late, there was only one sale orchid left. But...

This is a normal Phalenopsis. Very beautiful.This is the Phalenopsis I bought. It's a mutant! (Eeek!) Three top sepals and three sets of labellums per bloom instead of one. How cool is that?
Click on the pic for the big version.

The plant is pretty battered, but I hope with tender care and my wonderful kitchen window exposure it will grow healthy and bloom again so I can see if it's just this one spike that's affected or if it's the whole plant.

Kittly Byproducts

Today I cleaned the kitchen cat tree. It's one of the girls' favorite hang outs, they love to wrestle on it.

And kick clumps of fur off each other.

Kitsu wants to know if all this is hers.

No, part of it is from Sachi too. The orange, taupe and cream color fur blend to make a bland beige.

I'm thinking about starting to save it. When I get a bushel basket full in a couple of months, I will wash it, pick the detritus from it, card it, spin it and knit it into another cat. Which will, of course, shed more hair, so that I can knit yet another cat in an even shorter time.

Who says perpetual motion isn't possible.