Some Relief

No, it's still hot as hades down here. There's been no relief in that regard.

However, in the matter of the ankle biting, I am catching a few breaks. You see, Dixie has discovered the kitty tower. It has lots of soft things to knead and lots of sisal covered posts with which to sharpen her claws. Plus, she discovered that's where the big cat food has been hiding. Yum.

And sometimes she spreads her devilish torment around. This morning Boo thought he had found a good safe vantage point, but alas, his tail kept drooping over the side and Dixie was having a grand time chasing it.

Each day she gets a little stronger and more active. She's blossoming into a normal kitten and has almost forgotten the scary day(s) she spent out at the cemetery. She is convinced she hit the cat lotto. Little does she know. Her life took a dramatic turn that day. She can look forward to a long life of being spoiled rotten.

I took the vet's estimation of her age and counted back and discovered that she was more than likely born the week of my birthday, so we are going to share birthdays. It also explains a lot. She's an Aries. Three female Aries in the same house (Coco is one, too). Lots of stubborn know-it-all leadership qualities floating around.

Consider yourselves warned.

LSW

The Perks of Working at Home

Getting to work at home one day a week goes a long way toward keeping me sane. Yes, I have to put up with the hazards of getting my ankles shredded by Dixie, but I also get to listen to dog snores wafting up from their bed under the desk. I get to stay in my jammies all day if I want. I watch the neighbors walk by on their morning constitutionals. On my coffee break I can watch the feeding frenzy at the birdfeeders.

And this morning I was watching the roadrunner busy in the front yard outside my office window. He was zipping back and forth, grazing on whatever bugs they eat. I decided to go out and try for some new pictures just as he headed for the water bowls I keep filled under the tree so my birds and squirrels can find a drink. He let me get fairly close to him as he slurped up water.

When I got a little too close for his comfort, he just jumped up into the branches of the bush that shades the water bowls and gave me a good looking over. I guess he decided I was okay because he let me get several shots of him roosting there.

He's quite a charmer.

LSW

Man Eating Cat

Help. We are being held captive by a vicious feline.

It was interesting this past weekend. Uncle David and Aunt Karen came for a visit to meet Dixie, fully expecting to need protective gear to deal with the little hellion. Wouldn't you know it? Dixie retired into corners and slept all day. There were no sneak attacks on Boo and Scout. There was no chewing of Mommy's ankles. She kept to herself and acted like a shy, retiring wall flower.

Until they left. Once they were out the door and part way down the street, the bob cat re-emerged and made up for lost time. We've been jumped on, chewed on and generally cat-mangled ever since. This morning she woke me up at 3:30 wanting to rumble. She got herself ejected from the bedroom for that stunt. She torments me constantly when I'm sitting at my desk, either climbing up on the desk and attacking my fingers as I type or prowling in the wastebasket or sinking her sharp little needle claws in my foot. The background is full of hisses and yowls from Boo and Scout, protesting her constant pestering.

I think I'm sunk. The little squirt is not going to risk witnesses to her devilment. No one is going to believe that we are under constant attack. Help.

LSW

July 4th Parade

As a rule, I don't go to parades any more either, for the same afore-mentioned aversion to crowds. Not to mention they usually take place in either blistering heat or unbearable cold.

So it was with some surprise that I found myself viewing a July 4th parade yesterday. It was a most enjoyable experience.

I was invited by some new acquaintances to attend the annual Watterson Cemetery Picnic, which is held every year on July 4th. I am connected to the tiny community of Watterson by virtue of the fact that my grandmother was born there and my Frankum ancestors farmed there for a period of time. However, the family members that died while living there were buried over in the Old Red Rock Cemetery a few miles west and the rest of them moved on to the greener (?) pastures of Wharton and Brazoria counties. So I have no family buried in Watterson and have not had reason to get involved with that cemetery association. 'Til now.

I knew basically what to expect from one of these picnics, but I'll have to say these folks really do it up right. They have constructed a large pavilion on the site, with a separate covered bar-b-cue pit. When I arrived the pit was going strong and as I sat and visited with my new friends, the crowd started to arrive, each arrival carrying at least two bowls of food. By the time the dinner whistle blew (courtesy of one of the elder men, a really good whistler), there were two long rows of tables piled with food. Sausage and chicken from the pit, blackeyed peas, deviled eggs, all kinds of salads and slaws, potatoes of every description, baked beans, corn, homemade pickles, pies, gelatins, cookies, brownies, cakes, strudel, fruit. Oh, my God, what a feast and I hastily bid adieu to my intention to stick to my diet and piled up a plate full of food and another plate of dessert samples and I ate every last bite, washing it down with perfect iced tea. It was a marvelous way to celebrate the 4th.

Some families were taking the opportunity to have a family reunion within the picnic and set up their own picnic tents under the huge live oaks. I'm guessing there were at least 200 folks in attendance, a lot of them related on the cousin level. There was a good breeze that blew through the pavilion, so as long as you weren't standing out in the sun, you forgot just how terribly hot it was.

The kids parade took place shortly after the meal. The leaders were a couple of boys on tricycles, followed by a young girl on drums who played a snappy cadence, and then by an assortment of kids walking or riding bicycles, all carrying flags. They marched along the circular drive that runs through the cemetery, making the full circle while an assortment of moms and dads snapped pictures and took video. It was the best 4th of July parade I've seen in a long, long time.

I was pleasantly surprised this year that we've had no fireworks set off in our neighborhood. I guess everyone is fully aware that the dry conditions should be respected. It has been a very pleasant holiday weekend, following a most pleasant week of relaxation. It's back to work tomorrow, but I go back knowing my house is in much better order than it was a week ago, the cats are getting along and I can let Dixie have the run of the house now, and quite a few things have been scratched off my to-do list.

It's been fun.

LSW

Whatever Happened to Her?

I can remember years ago when I delighted in spending all day Saturday at the mall browsing and buying.

These days I take extreme measures to avoid the mall. In fact, I haven't been to a real mall in a long, long time. I will go to the outlet mall in San Marcos or Round Rock from time to time when I need to replenish my closet, but those are outdoor malls with lots of space. I just can't bear to be cooped up inside with a crowd. I hate the press of bodies and I hate the noise. I just can't take it anymore.

I went to Austin today with the idea of making a family visit and decided I would hit a few stores along the way. I thought about going to Central Market and nixed that because of the inevitable crowd. I thought about going to the Container Store and nixed that because I really didn't need anything and the last thing I want to bring into the house is more stuff I don't need. I thought about going to Hobby Lobby and nixed that because I already have way too much craft material on hand. I thought about going to Chico's and nixed that because I just didn't feel like trying on a bunch of clothes. The only thing that I could dredge up any interest for was books.

So I ended up hitting 3 different Half Price Bookstores in addition to a quick stop at a JoAnn's craft store for a knitting magainze I can only seem to find there and a last quick stop at the Lowe's in Hutto to pick up two more patio cushions. There was a time when I would have come home with at least one to two outfits, a couple of new books, a couple of new cds and possibly some new jewelry or a new purse or a new pair of shoes. That kind of shopping just doesn't appeal to me now.

At the end of the day I was happy with my new pile of books and glad that I had dragged in nothing else. I have two knitting magazines, 3 new audiobooks, a couple of novels and best of all two history books for Fisher and Brazoria counties, both places where my Hodge line settled and that will be good additions for my growing Texas history library. Texas county histories are rare finds and I was lucky enough to find them when I had a discount coupon in my purse. Successful shopping indeed.

I was ready to call it quits and head home by 2 o'clock. Back in those old days I could stay on my feet and shop from the time the stores opened until late in the afternoon. Now I just want to go home and pet the dogs and cats.

Not sure what happened to that girl who loved to browse the malls. I think she may have gotten old.

LSW

P.S. When I arrived home, I discovered that two new Kentucky reference books had arrived, plus a historical society newsletter. I've got a wealth of new reading material. Just how I like it.

P.P.S. Miss Dixie had to be put in time out this evening for tormenting Scout and then trying to gnaw through my ankle. I predict this may become a regular thing. She's becoming a real little devil.

Had Enough Yet?

I don't know what we did for entertainment b.d. (before Dixie). Little stinker keeps us laughing and shaking our heads at her antics. This morning I was around the corner and heard a clinking sound from the direction of the living room. I figured one of the dogs was investigating the bowl that had contained my breakfast and that I had foolishly left sitting on the table next to the couch.

What I saw when I rounded the corner made me laugh out loud. The following picture was taken a few minutes afterwards. My first glimpse was of Dixie triumphantly holding the spoon by the handle and dragging it between her legs like prey she had taken down.

She felt like she had really accomplished something, killing that spoon with the leftover banana pudding that clung to it.

Mojo thinks my fascination with the little twerp is unexplainable.

Dixie has graduated to sleeping with us, if you can call what she does sleeping. It involves crashing like a dead cat from about 10PM to about 1:30AM, at which time everyone should get up and have a good romp and a potty break and maybe a snack before we all pile back into bed and crash like dead cats until about 5AM when we have another round of festivities. Since I don't sleep well anyway, it hasn't bothered me all that much and she is beginning to show signs of adjusting to our schedule. By next week I hope we are all realigned with the new sleeping arrangements.

In other news, the plumbers arrived yesterday and pronounced that my garbage disposal was only ill, not dying. What I had feared would be an expensive and time consuming repair was over and done with in 10 minutes and the rest of what I had on the list was taken care of within the hour. Nice to get everything (especially the dishwasher) running again and for less money than I had anticipated it would take. And since I didn't want outsiders, even plumbers, seeing the horrible state of the house, I had picked up, swept, mopped and scrubbed out tubs in anticipation and now I can sit around the remainder of my vacation and not feel like there is something else I should be doing.

'Cuz I really enjoy sitting around watching Dixie cook up new ways to make me laugh.

LSW

Flip Side

She does slow down every so often. She had a nice long nap in the dog bed while I puttered around on the computer this afternoon.

And, when she woke up, she informed me that I had been messing around on the computer for way too long and it was now time to fix kitty supper.

Guess I had better get busy.

LSW

Neighborly Nerves

Earlier this week I visited with a couple who live in one of the rural subdivisions around Smithville. They have a nice moderately sized brick home in an area that is loosely zoned for residential purposes, allowing nice homes to be next to rundown mobile homes. Not the kind of subdivision that appeals to me, but when you want the luxury of rural living, sometimes you have to put up with the bitter in the batter.

I wasn't there but a few minutes when we started talking about our pets. We compared cat and dog notes and of course I told Dixie's story to them. They in turn were telling me about a foundling kitten who was trying to move in on them. That led to the discussion of the threat of coyotes and the man casually mentioned "and boa constrictors".

Say what?

It turns out that a neighbor down the way had a pet boa constrictor. It had escaped once and been recaptured without incident. However, the neighbor has since moved and evidence found afterward (in the nature of a very large snakeskin lying in another neighbor's garage) indicates that the snake either escaped again or was turned loose deliberately at some point before the move. The snakeskin was so enormous that it was taken to the county agent for identification and that's when everyone in the vicinity learned that they probably had a boa constrictor roaming the neighborhood.

Snakes are not a species I care to mingle with. Especially snakes that are bigger around than my arm. My first reaction was "nice to meet you, I've got to run now". However, I managed to keep my cool and finish my visit with them. The lady mentioned that she does have a tendency to look up into trees she is about to walk under. I'm all for living peacefully with my wild animal neighbors, but I do not want to walk out my front door and see a boa constrictor hanging down from a tree saying "howdy".

Makes the little rock snakes I see around here seem like small potatoes. Even that coral snake I spotted in the back 40 last year pales in comparison.

Ewww. I don't even want to think about it.

LSW

Bobcat Alert

Be wary of picking up cats out in the wild. Especially do not feed them. If you follow my advice, you won't end up with Hurricane Dixie on your hands.

She is really blossoming in her third week of civilized (ahem!) living. Far from being afraid of Boo and Scout, she is terrorizing them by attacking them at every opportunity. They slap and hiss at empty air, because she is so quick she's gone before they know what hit them.

Her new trick is to climb up on the files and notebooks beside my desk and then take a flying leap into my lap, claws extended and sinking into the flesh on my thighs. I have long scratches on both legs as a result.

If she gets hungry, she materializes under my feet issuing demanding yowls. If she needs a litter box visit, she weaves around my feet muttering in distress. (I really think Boo and Scout have made threats about what will happen if she's caught in their litter box. She thinks she needs to be accompanied by an authority figure. Once, when I didn't get the hint, she resorted to using Coco's puddle pad. Hey, at least I'm not finding surprises tucked in corners now.)

We've been getting a lot of household chores done in our week off. I've had lots and lots of help, not only from Dixie, but from Boo and Scout as well. The dogs are worried I will drop something on them and beat a hasty retreat. The cats are right in the middle of whatever I'm doing, offering helpful advice.

Hoping for a distraction that might save some of my flesh, I got Dixie a little catnip bird that squeaks when she plays with it. That bird is chirping all over the house like something demented. She has Dixie sized tennis balls with bells inside, but they aren't nearly as interesting as the noise she gets from chasing a Milk Bone dog treat around on the tile floors.

About the time I think I'm ready to put her back in the car and make a return trip to that little cemetery in the country, she crawls into my lap, stretches out on her fat little tummy, nuzzles into the crook of my arm, purrs like mad and goes to sleep. When she sleeps, she looks like a little angel and it's hard to believe it's the same cat as Hurricane Dixie.

What have I gotten myself into?

LSW

Approved Vacation

This is the first morning it has sunk in on the wee ones that Mommy's schedule is different this week. First of all, we slept later by a whole hour. We ate a leisurely breakfast and watched the news, without jumping up to shower and racing around the house gathering all the stuff to go to the office.

Then I started some household chores. The older children beat a hasty retreat when they sensed that the dreaded vacuum cleaner might be coming out. But Dixie is entranced with the process of following Mom around while she picks up clutter and opens cabinet doors for supplies and creates piles of stuff to climb and examine. She has followed me faithfully, step for step.

When I sat down briefly to check the Internet for something, she climbed in my lap and settled herself for a nap. An hour following Mom and she is pooped.

We are making progress. Coco is well. Dixie's tummy is beginning to settle in to her new diet and we are having less accidents to deal with. She definitely knows her name and comes scampering in whenever I call. Boo and Scout are playing with her, mostly amiably. We've cleared a lot of the clutter that was piled around and it no longer looks like a hurricane hit.

Today we are hoping to get the housework pretty much behind us so we can play the rest of the week. Tomorrow is a genealogy day and I look forward to sifting through old records at the court house. (Yesterday was a genealogy day as well, with a trip to the Perry Castaneda Library. It was interesting to look into a new research possibility, but I can't say I was favorably impressed. I don't know where their librarians get their oddball ideas for shelving books, but there is a definite schizophrenic feeling to the place. Hard to describe. Of course it's a university library, so maybe there's an underlying intention to test the abilities of our youth to adapt to a chaotic world. It is not a place for the timid and skittish.)

Well, the sooner we tackle the housework, the sooner we can play. Dixie is just going to have to find someplace else to finish her nap.

LSW

R and R

It's been a long time since I've taken a week of vacation and stayed at home. I'm looking forward to 7 days of sleeping late, taking care of assorted household chores that have been long neglected, and piddling.

Oh, yes, and of course waiting on the feline and canine dictators. Coco is much, much better and should be completely back on her feet in another day or two. And this one?

I expect she will have some ideas of how I should keep busy.

LSW

My Gal Friday

I'm in the midst of a genealogy refiling project. Hence the notebooks and file totes. Everyone needs a good secretary to help out when you have embarked on a paper intensive project. Dixie stands ready, willing and able.

And she keeps a running commentary on how inefficiently things have been run prior to her arrival.

She makes a pretty good paper shredder, too. Of course, it would be nice if she would check and see if I actually wanted it shredded.

LSW

The Mommy Contract

Always read the fine print. Right now I have:

1 kitten, partially housebroken with diarrhea and a bad case of clumsies

1 grown cat dispensing hairballs

1 grown dog with gastric disturbances involving both vomiting and diarrhea.

I didn't sign on for this kind of work. Oh, wait, according to the fine print I did.

Listen and learn.

LSW

Proceed With Caution

Dixie might have been a shadow of a cat when she arrived, but she's turning into a little wild cat. I'm thinking she might be part piranha.

She got her second bath tonight. She's improving in her use of the bathroom facilities, but she sometimes stumbles and steps in what she's done.

I really forgot how messy kittens are.

But I have remembered how sweet and cuddly they are.

I think the good outweighs the bad.

Maybe.

LSW

Quick Dixie Update

Today marks the one week anniversary of Dixie's arrival in our lives. She's come quite a way in 7 short days. From being so weak she could barely walk without falling over, she now races her way up and down the staircase like she's lived here forever. She is on speaking terms with Boo and Scout. She has become quite an expert at finding me in the house to tell me it's time for her next meal. She's still suffering from upset tummy syndrome, but I'm seeing a slight improvement in that department. Maybe by the end of another week she will have that under control.

Dixie is a motor mouth and she likes to visit with all the inhabitants of the house, talking their ears off. She's begun to take long, deep cat naps that are doing wonders for her. During her waking hours, she keeps a close watch on everything I do.

Dixie is a people cat, no doubt about it. I think in another few weeks, we won't know how we managed to run the house without her.

LSW

Sometimes It Takes Awhile

Many years ago, probably 12-15 of them, Mother and I used to hit a little antiques store in Georgetown on a regular basis. It is, unfortunately, no longer there and hasn't been for some time now. One day we happened on it while they were having a "yard sale" and one of the items was an oak doll display case at what I thought was a ridiculously low price. I figured I would be able to use it for a miniatures display of some kind.

Years passed and I could never quite get a handle on just how I would go about using it for a miniatures scene. I considered laying it on its back and creating a little town inside, which would have required that some kind of fastener be affixed. I never got around to solving that particular obstacle and the doll case eventually worked its way into the back corner of the crafts closet and held an assortment of stuffed animals that were no longer desirable in open display.

I considered at one point giving the case to a friend who actually has dolls to display, but I never could quite make up my mind to turn loose of it. I have such a weakness for golden oak and I kept thinking that one day I might come up with an idea for what use it could serve.

Earlier this week I picked up a closet shelving unit (you know, the kind meant to hold folded sweaters) with the idea that I would put it in the end of the crafts closet to hold yarn. To fit the unit into the closet, I had to move the oak doll case out of the way. I found myself again thinking there had to be something I could use it for. And the light finally dawned.

The case is about the height of an end table and it is the same color as the chest that holds my television. What if I were to place it at the end of the chest and use it to hold my "good" yarn?

I'm going to rearrange the yarn to make a more colorful display, but I think the little case has finally found its place in the house. I like having my yarn visible so that I don't forget what I have on hand, it is protected from dust and cats, and with some judicial arrangement should complement my living room color scheme.

Yes, I'm a packrat and I have a lot of stuff that probably needs to move on to other owners. But, in this case, I'm glad I didn't impulsively get rid of the case. I think it may just turn out to be a nice addition to the scenery.

LSW

Saturday at Home

First thing today we restocked the bird and squirrel food and it wasn't long before the deck was busy, busy. I had fun for awhile watching one of the squirrels trying to play keep away with the other two, chasing them from the food stations. He finally realized that he couldn't eat at the same time and gave it up in favor of filling his tummy.

The cat population is settling down. Boo and Scout, while not entirely enthusiastic about the change in the status quo, are being stiffly cordial to Dixie. The three of them have "helped" me all day, as I tackled another pile of the closet clutter.

Dixie's idea of helping leaves a lot to be desired. She has learned to climb up on the ottoman and get between me and my newspaper and the television.

Her idea of helping with the clutter is to get in the box of books I've sorted out and knock them all helter-skelter so Mommy has to pick them up and restack them. Fortunately I found a purple tennis ball that she appropriated and entertained herself with rolling and tumbling all over the room.

Heaven help me, it appears that she is going to be another paper shredder like Scout.

In other news, while I resisted Facebook for a long time, I've begun to dabble in that environment and I've become hooked on a game called Farm Town. I'm busy planting and harvesting all kinds of crops. My grandfather would be shaking his head in disbelief. It does, however, teach you that you won't make a lot of money farming and if you want some inprovements to your farm, you are going to have to plant a lot and not go spending your money on indulgences.

Like cat food.

LSW

The Dixie Story, Day 4

This is turning into the Dixie Blog.

We are continuing to make progress. Boo and Scout have stopped hissing. They still don't want to be sociable, but they are hanging around keeping an eye on what Dixie does. I think in another week or so, they will all be pals. Boo is asserting his right to come investigate Dixie's food and take it, if he so chooses. I figure it's the least I can do to salvage his dignity. (She was finished anyway.)

I had to go to Petsmart to pick up some litter pan supplies today and found some tiny little balls that Dixie has really taken to. They are soft, so she can pick them up with her claws and pitch them. I feel like it's a good sign that she's beginning to play a little.

She is beginning to protest at being left alone in the bathroom through the long day while Mommy is at work. I still don't feel like it's safe to leave her alone with the big guys. She boils out of the door when I open it, yowling for SOMETHING TO EAT!! She's beginning to catch up with her missed meals. Her little tummy is round and her purrs are loud. I have to be careful where I step, because she follows me like a little puppy.

She's smart. Day four and she is responding to her name. I think we may have us a winner.

LSW

A Slight Thaw

At least Scout is now willing to be in the same room with the intruder.

Boo has gone so far as to let Dixie approach him nose to nose. She's still not too sure on her feet and surprised him by falling over against him once. He did a fantastic standing broad jump in response.

Even the most minute progress is encouraging when it comes to cat diplomatic relations.

LSW

Portent of Things to Come

The days I work at home, Coco and Mojo generally pile up on the dog bed under the desk. This morning I put the backup pet bed beside my chair for Dixie and the next thing I knew:


Dixie had the dog bed and Coco was good-naturedly on the less comfortable bed I had intended for the baby.


I suspect that the dogs had better hang onto their hats. Dixie has ideas of taking over.

LSW

Wondering if it Was Worth It

Dixie had her doubts this afternoon. Between the gastrointestinal issues she has at the moment with the de-worming meds and the switch to a real diet and the dirt she had collected in her long fur, she was a filthy, dirty mess when I got home this afternoon. I gritted my teeth and did something I've never done before in my life. I gave a cat a good soaking bath in the sink, rinsing her about 5 times before the water was running clear. I thought she looked pitiful before, but wet she looks like a skinny, drowned rat.

The bath produced a bad case of shivers, so we went out on the deck and let her dry out in the warm sun. She thought she had gotten hold of a crazy person. Practically drowned her and then nearly froze her. When we came in, she took a long nap in my lap, cuddled against my arm and purring like mad.

This is what we look like clean.

Dixie said she didn't know the price she was going to have to pay to move from the country to the city. However, the food is good, so maybe she will stick it out.

(Boo is coming round slowly. Still no signs of yielding from Scout.)

LSW

Mr. Pouty Face

Who knew? Mr. Boo cat has a jealous streak. This is the face of a cat who has had his world turned on edge.

I've always known that Boo and Scout are fond of me, but they aren't overly demonstrative about it. Once or twice a day they each come around and talk to me and get their recommended daily requirement of head patting, but for the most part they are independent and involved in their own interests. Typical teenagers. Ready to take every handout, but unwilling to take on any adult responsibility for the smooth operation of the household.

Well. Dixie's arrival has put some teenaged cat noses decidedly out of joint. So far their interaction with her has been long distance hissing and growling. Once in awhile Boo will sneak up to her little backside and give an inquiring sniff, at which Dixie turns around to see what's going on and Boo retreats with more cat cursing.

But the funny part is his sudden clingyness. If I call "kitty, kitty" to locate Dixie or to call her to her food bowl, here comes Boo running and eager to fulfill whatever kitty requirements I have. This is the same cat that two days ago would put his nose in the air and walk the opposite direction when I called. If I sit down at my desk (and Dixie is in the other room with Coco), here comes Boo, talking and purring and rubbing his head on my leg. "Gee, Mommy, I love you soooo much!" Uh-huh. I dug out some of his old cat toys for the baby and he decided if Mommy wants to play with the kitty toys, he would be happy to oblige. Oy.

I'm a good cat Mommy. I'm making sure he gets the reassurances he is after right now. He's still top cat of the household (so far as he's concerned). His curiousity about the newcomer will, I think, eventually get the best of him.

Scout, on the other hand, may be a harder sell. She's spending a lot of time under the bed right now.

LSW

Dixie

Normally when I go on cemetery jaunts, I only bring back photos. Yesterday, I got more than I bargained for.

I was out at the Old Red Rock Cemetery, where I have numerous Lentz and Frankum relatives buried. It was the annual picnic Sunday and while I wasn't intending to stay for the picnic, I wanted to make connections to pass along a few photos and some family history for the association's ongoing history project. That accomplished, I headed out to the cemetery to take a few photos with my new camera.

I was alone at the remote cemetery, down a country road about a quarter mile from the main highway. I had visited my great-great grandfather Lentz's grave and was strolling away from it to search for some graves to fulfill photo requests for FindaGrave. Out of the blue I heard a demanding "MIAOW!".

I looked all around and could not find the cat who was talking to me. I thought for a second I was experiencing a ghostly visitation. However, a minute later a scrawny little grey fluff ball crawled out of a clump of brush behind one of the tombstones. I judged the kitten to be about 8 weeks old and it was in a sad state, so weak it was toppling over from side to side as it came toward me. There are no houses close by to this cemetery, so I couldn't imagine where it had come from.

I headed back to the car to get one of the bottles of water I had brought along with me. It was beastly hot out there and there's no water source. I figured the kitten would be too weak to follow, but I was wrong. It bounced along behind me all the way to the car, falling every so often, but gamely getting up and chasing along after me. It drank a little bit and talked. And talked and talked. Heaven only knows what story it was trying to tell me about how it had arrived in the middle of nowhere.

Well, no way was I going to drive off and leave the poor thing to the rattlesnakes, coyotes and hawks. I fashioned a cage out of a storage crate I keep in the car, pulling one of my recyclable grocery sacks down over the top to keep it confined, cancelled the rest of the cemetery visits I had planned for the afternoon, and headed for home.

On arriving home, I quickly discovered the poor little thing was starved. It gobbled down a half-packet of cat food with gusto, mumbling all the while it ate. I was very afraid that the little orphan might have some dreaded cat disease, so I kept it isolated all afternoon and all night, checking on it from time to time and feeding it every few hours. I refused to spend much time with it until I had a chance to get a vet's evaluation, knowing I might possibly have a problem on my hands and that a difficult decision might have to be made.

But, my vet gave it all the blood tests and checked it over thoroughly and pronounced I had a little girl in good health, though somewhat malnourished. She remarked she was sure that I would take care of that issue in no time. A treatment for earmites and the usual kitten intestinal parasites and Dixie was ready to go home.

Great-Great Grandpa Lentz was a soldier in the Confederacy. Since I found the little waif just down from his grave and she was gray like the uniforms of the Confederacy, her name would be Dixie.

Mojo and Coco have been surprisingly tolerant of the new arrival. Coco is particularly enamored and follows Dixie around, periodically holding her down when she gets too active.

Boo and Scout, on the other hand, are sitting at a distance, hissing and spitting. It promises to be a volatile couple of weeks on the homefront. At least I'm hoping by that time we have established a detente.

Dixie says she is here to stay. Boo and Scout can get over themselves.

LSW

Groovy

Yesterday brought another round of digging in the recesses of the storage closet and reminding myself of the trash and treasures to be found there.

I reacquainted myself with the stash of inherited quilts made by my grandmother Lucy Hodge that are carefully wrapped in cotton pillowcases. I hope someday to rotate them on display in the guest room I plan to create at some point in the future when I finish this household purge and remodel.

I found some odd pieces of small furniture that haven't seen the light of day for many years.

I found the boxes of vinyl LPs. Oh. What. Fun.

I spent yesterday afternoon listening to the music of my youth. Marty Robbins. Patti Page. Billy Vaughn. (Ok, those were more the music of my parents' youth, but I heard them plenty back when and they are old, dear friends.) Captain and Tennille. Kenny Rogers. Linda Ronstadt. Neil Sedaka. Larry Gatlin before his brothers joined him.

How times have changed. I had to return every 15 to 20 minutes to change to a new record. The music was punctuated with pops and hisses and the occasional lurch across a dust mite.

I loved every minute of it. I hardly ever listen to music anymore, preferring audio books now. When I do take a stack of CDs with me, I listen to just the tracks I like and skip over the ones I don't want or have the time to invest in to establish a relationship with them. Back in the good old days of vinyl, you listened to the whole thing over and over and learned to love some obscure songs that never got air play. Some of the songs I had not heard in probably 30 plus years and I can still sing every word. It was a really pleasant afternoon wandering down memory lane.

This morning I am enjoying my collection of Smothers Brothers albums. Beats the heck out of cable tv. I'm beginning to remember what quality entertainment means.

It's groovy, man.

LSW

Rat Terrier TV

The wee ones don't have to look far for entertainment. Just outside the bedroom door, on the deck, is all they could possibly ask for. I hear periodic frenzied barking coming from that direction and I know their favorite program is on.

This morning the resident roadrunner actually spent some time on the deck, which put the squirrel's nose a little out of joint, but they managed to co-exist peacefully for the duration of RR's visit.

You would think I am running a squirrel spa. First they fill up on sunflower seeds. Then, they have an after-dinner rest on the deck railing.

And, sometimes, we see a full moon.

This drives Mojo and Coco plumb crazy. I think I hear the faint sound of squirrel giggles.

LSW

Cafe Noir

A few months back I had made a vow not to buy any more containers for miniature scenes until I had finished some of the ones I already had on hand. However, one day I was in World Market and saw a glass terrarium that immediately spoke to me.

I had an instant vision of the mini scene I wanted to put into this black and glass terrarium. I decided it would be a black and white scene. I already had some of the things I needed in my stash, primarily two sets of cafe tables and chairs. It took awhile to find the other things in my vision.

The Texas Miniatures Showcase in Dallas was of great assistance in my quest. EBAY helped a lot.

Finally, late last week the final piece arrived in the mail and tonight I set out to create Cafe Noir, a little out of the way place to get a cup of coffee and a little something sweet to eat while you read your newspaper or your book or just look into your sweetheart's eyes.

(Very difficult to get good photo angles. I hope you get the idea.)

LSW

Ain't They Sweet?

Lately I can't seem to put two thoughts together, so just bear with me for awhile. Last night I came in, lay down on the couch and crashed for about an hour, got up and ate some leftovers I found in the fridge and lay down on the couch and crashed for another couple of hours, went to bed and crashed for good.

Mojo and Coco think this is a good thing. They are perfectly happy to pile up on the couch for a group nap.

Our latest experiment with learning to travel with Mom was conducted on Saturday morning. Mojo needed to go to the vet's for a little routine maintenance and we decided to have an adventure afterwards. I wanted to go to the McDade Cemetery for some volunteer photography and so, after we had finished our business at the vet's, we headed there.

It was still fairly cool for a June morning in Texas, but too warm for them to wait in the car while I searched for the requested grave sites. So I set their carriers on the ground under a shady tree where they had a good view of my activities. They contentedly watched me walk the cemetery grounds while a cool breeze blew through the screened sides of their carriers. We all enjoyed our little outing.

I anticipate that future cemetery expeditions will be a group activity now.

LSW

About Time

My cousin Amanda started something a few weeks back. She sent me some odd pieces of flatware that our grandmother had given her many years ago. Our grandmother had set about to provide each of her granddaughters (there were only the two of us at the time - Laura came along much later) a set of china and a set of flatware, purchasing piece by piece through grocery store promotions. I think both of us got a complete set of china. Mine had small scattered pink roses. I think Amanda's was also a rose pattern, but with larger flowers.

Neither of us got a complete set of flatware. When Grandma gave me the flatware she had collected for me, I had almost 6 place settings of a very nice tailored pattern. I've often wished I could find more of it because it is not only a nice, simply elegant pattern, it feels good in the hand and in the mouth.

Amanda's collection of odd pieces was a beautiful floral pattern. In her case, she had all the serving pieces and a handful of teaspoons. When she offered to send the pieces to me to add to the family archives, I was hopeful that they might be the same pattern as mine but I didn't really expect them to be and they weren't. What I did not expect was how much I would like the pattern and the feel of the pieces. Again I found myself wishing there were more pieces.

Sooooo, naturally I had to see if I could nail down the patterns and discover if there was any secondary market for these 1960s era product lines. I studied the markings, did some internet searching, and found that there was indeed some folks on EBAY with assorted pieces of "Grypsholm" (my pattern) and "Springtime" (Amanda's pattern) in their inventory.

Another collecting fever has ensued. I've already added 3 knives and a butter knife to my set and this morning I placed another order for enough pieces to complete a 9 place setting collection.

Grypsholm by Wm. Rogers

I have no doubt that I will be compelled to begin adding to the Springtime set in the near future. In fact, I have my eye on two large collections of pieces that are on the auction block as we speak.

I've been wanting to rid myself of the current "every day" stainless for some time now. By this time next week, I expect that the Grypsholm set will move into the position of daily favorite. In another couple of weeks, I may have a backup set for Sunday company.

Why do I think I faintly hear the sound of my grandmother muttering "It's about time"?

LSW

Disappointment

Sometimes Mom should just stay out of the way.

The scorpions are active at the moment. We've had a lot of problems with scorpions since we moved to our present location and I've learned not to patter about the house barefoot. I won't see one for months and then all of a sudden I will see one every day for a week or so. I killed one on Tuesday when I put the trash out at the curb. (They love to rest in the cool shade the trash bin provides. Unfortunately for them, when I move the can and see them, it is a simple matter to dispatch them to the great scorpion heaven by rolling over them with the trash bin wheel.) Once I see one, I know I will be seeing more for awhile.

This morning I had let the dogs out for a quick run in the neighbor's yard (hey, he has grass and I don't). When we came in, I saw a big, fat scorpion scoot across the threshhold and into the house. My first thought was to get the dogs safely past him without them stopping to sniff the newcomer. My second problem this morning was that both of the heathen cats spotted his arrival and were quick to stick their two noses into the fray.

I was picking up dogs and tossing them over the thing, yelling at the cats to "leave it alone, leave it alone" and reaching for the heavy doorstop (my second favorite tool of scorpion destruction). I had him cornered against the kitchen cabinet. I thought. As I was using the doorstop to push him back into a good squashing zone, he suddenly feinted and slipped into the crack between the cabinet and the wall. I sprayed bug poison into the crack, not because I thought it would do any harm to the blasted thing, but I thought it might make him mad enough to come back out and fight. No sign of him was to be had.

So I have a scorpion on the loose in the house. What fun.

Now, in the background I had the heathen cats looking at me with utter disgust. It was not difficult to figure out the problem. They actually enjoy catching and destroying scorpions. I don't know how they manage to do so without falling victim to being stung, but I've seen some pretty pitiful dead specimans lying around after they have their fun.

If I had just let them alone, I wouldn't have a scorpion on the loose.

Mom should just stay out of the way and let the experts handle things.

LSW

I Have No Idea

I am still alive and kicking, believe it or not. However, I am still bone weary from the perils of May, so am keeping a low profile.

I have miniatures on the brain and the desire to dive into a new genealogical project, but my mind refuses to focus and I know that it would be folly to try either until the fog clears.

That doesn't keep me from creating new opportunities and putting more pressure on myself. I went to the Antique Mall today, just looking for a place to spend a pleasant lunch hour. I really did not intend to come home with another container for a future miniatures vignette, but as soon as I saw it, I knew I was hooked.

It was labeled a glass and wood display box. It has a curved glass top, slightly smoky in color, and a mirrored back wall.

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I am waiting for inspiration. It speaks of a ballet studio, but I'm not interested in ballet. Maybe a garden scene. Perhaps an art exhibit.

I have no idea what the future holds for this great little box. Mysteries are always fun. We will just have to wait and find out.

LSW