Cat Tales

Alright, first the disclaimer: I love my cats but I'm probably going to piss somebody off with this one. Assuming anyone reads this.

I don't think that cats, on average, are very bright. Around our house we use the word 'gifted'.

Our male tabby siamese, Spanky, holds the title, 'Supreme Gifted' ever since he jumped onto the wood stove while it was burning. I don't trust his smarts enough to make it home safely on any given night and pray daily for his safe return. We also have a Russian Blue named Lilly. Her favorite nap spot in the Ozarks was the middle of the road in front of our house. She just took over the title this morning. She's extremely persistant when there is something she wants. She was nagging me in the kitchen to let her out while I was trying to get ready for work. I knew what she wanted but figured I would be on my way out the door in 5 minutes. She could wait.

Into the kitchen walks Gryphon, our standard poodle. Lilly immedialtely ran to him complaining about my lack of action and led him to the door expecting to be let out by a dog...but then of course he followed her?

Aurora Monsteralis

Last night we stayed long at a friend's to share dinner on his birthday. I didn't come home to start watering until 9:30. I was finished at 11:00 but was kept company by the Northern Lights. (Haven't seen any of those since the ceasing of the sunspot activity) I didn't want to go in right away in case I should miss something spectacular. And then it occurred to me.....some creature from the marsh had been waiting for this opportunity; with my eyes directed heavenward it would attack me silently from behind and shred my body to pieces in an instant.

I hoped it would be that quick and continued to gaze on.

Will have to check tonight and see if we get a repeat performance.