Posts Tagged ‘cat’
two of my little pals
two tortoiseshell sisters, part of team purr
memory of a potato-addict
many years ago my family adopted a little tabby kitten, Button, who had survived for a time on the streets eating french fries and pizza crusts. Somehow she figured out that when a particular cooking pot was put into action in the kitchen it often was being used to boil potatoes and would sit in the kitchen and howl until she received her allotment of potato fragments to wolf down. The only real problem was when the pot was used to cook something else. she would still howl and refused to believe us when we told her no potato that night. She lived until the age of 16. A tiny 6 lb. potato addicted tigress.
a little insanity
Over the past few weeks I seem to have developed RLS, restless leg syndrome, which basically means that my sleep is not working out the way it is supposed to. Often it is interrupted by muscles cramps in my legs. Sleep deprivation is not a good thing. Poor judgement results. In my case, two levels of negativity piled up. Two mornings ago I made a sudden awakening rise to get out of bed before my leg would cramp. I get a moment’s notice and if I stand up it usually means either less cramp or no cramp. This leap out of bed was not a success, instead the covers all wrapped around me from my tossing and turning had me trapped and instead of standing up I ended up falling out of bed and over far enough to land with a decent wallop onto the hard edged corner of my little teak end table. Right in my gut a little to the left of my centre line, up against the ribs. OUch. Words that young sailors shouldl not hear emerged from my mouth. It didnt hurt a lot. I lurched back onto the bed. Later in the day it hurt more. Today it still smarts some. No rainbow coloured bruise to show off. The second layer of negativity came this morning. I let the dog out and after ten minutes of standing outdoors mostly out cold I came back in and let him in. As I went to close the side door, Louse, one of the cats was in the door way but after a moment she moved from the shadowy door way and I closed the door and let the dead bolt lock. About 90 minutes later as cat food descended to kitchen floor, one cat did not appear. Louise. It turned out that I had closed the door, the inside solid wood door against the door frame and the outer storm door trapping her between the two doors. She turned out to be fine. I was fit to be tied and have been kicking myself all day long. Which has further aggravated my sore abdominal wall. I hope to get more sleep tonight and to avoid catricide attempts in the morning. She being a noble soul, has forgiven me.
Bella grooming
new camera purchased recently, Pentax DSLR, K10D, lens a k mount SMC Pentax 50mm f1.4 manual lens
one of the attractions of the Pentax DSLR cameras is the ability to use older Pentax lenses in Aperture Priority mode. That old glass lives again.
