I Missed July!

I didn’t post all of July and now that I’m basically only doing once-a-month posts, I should have no excuse. But it was such a HOT July and, on top of that, I got Covid after 2.5 years of being extra careful. I didn’t get really sick but it lingered on and on. Here’s my cat, Ferguson, not wanting his temp taken…and also reminding me that’s not how cats do it.

So I didn’t take many outdoor photos…not much action in my yard anyway when it’s over 110 day after day. So here are the 3 indoor kitties…Ferguson, again, having now developed the habit of hissing at anyone that comes in the house, quite the guard cat; Torti showing her wild side; and Bouche looking pensive.

A thirsty Rosy-faced Lovebird hung out for a couple days (it got water)…and even used the swing!

And I humored my lion obsession (not just because I’m a Leo). The paperweight is from the Art Institute of Chicago, where my father was from, and a city we visited often in my childhood. Two bronze lions, created by Edward Keymes in 1894, greet visitors at the entrance to the museum. This represents the south lion.

Plus a still life from our baking front yard entitled, Forgotten and Forlorn.

That was my July, forlorn and soon-to-be forgotten, I hope.

What a Month!

It’s been a heck of a month…globally, nationally, personally…so I’m just going to post some cats and birds and hope things get better all around.

Ferguson:

Bouche:

Bouche and Callie:

Torti:

Tortoise. Shell. Tortoiseshell.

Birds…

Adult and Juvenile Verdins

Anna’s Hummingbirds, female and male

Harris’s Hawk

Rosy-faced Lovebird

“Cats are such gossips!” Curve-billed Thrasher

And a bonus Leafcutter Bee, only the males have green eyes.

Camp Kitty PawPaw

One of my kitties, Bouche, Panning for Gold.

So…it’s summer in Phoenix and it’s hot so it’s time to find some little diversions from “normal” life, if there is such a thing anymore. So this is Camp Kitty PawPaw, where good kitties spend their summers…

Day 1

Summer is here and the first campers are arriving at Camp Kitty PawPaw. Here’s a look at part of the campsite.

The fire pit is ready to be lit for the nightly meow-a-long.

Callie and Bouche check out the accommodations.

“Looks like a one-cat tent to me,” Callie observes.

Bouche kindly lets Callie have that tent and waits to see where he is going to sleep after a fun-filled day.

Bouche doesn’t mind at all just sleeping with his brother, Tufty, under the clear desert sky. “That’s what roughing it is all about!”

Day 5

The day dawned cool at Camp Kitty PawPaw but the temps were going to go over 100 in the afternoon so the campers needed to grab all the gusto while they could.

“Wake up, ya bums, it’s time for breakfast,” yelled the camp bully, Bouche. 

“That was a short night,” Callie grumbled.

“Sure was,” replied Kitt from the Bunkhouse.

“Is camp over yet?” Sadly asked.

“I’m not really a joiner either,” Luke replied.

“I’m a loner, this isn’t my idea of a good time,” said Edie as she sized up the others. 

“I hope it’s not Chicken in Gravy again,” Tufty whispered shyly.

Tabby just learned she is in charge of tonight’s campfire for the meow-a-long.

“Crap.”

“Boycats are jerks,” Misty said to no one in particular, remembering the dunking she got in the pool yesterday.

“Some of them are not in the camp frame of mind. Personally, I love a good time,” offered Bouche.

He will, no doubt, be crowned “Most Popular Camper” or “Most Annoying Camper.” He may have been seen poolside around the time Misty got dunked…

March for Peace

Cat of Peace

No, I wasn’t in a March for Peace. I’m not aware of any around lately but I have been thinking about Peace, as I know a lot of us are. Our house got a facelift and this peace sign is now on the front. A guy named Mitch, who did the rest of the work on our house, made it. It’s about 3 feet in diameter.

This is a brushed aluminum sculpture my mom had in her house and now I have it. It was made by John Mishler. It was actually the model for a larger one that my mom commissioned him to make for my parents’ church after my father died in 1997. Technically, it’s the Descending Holy Spirit but now it’s the Dove of Peace.

And even this Curve-billed Thrasher got into it, he’s the Peace Enforcer:

Ferguson is not only the Cat of Peace, he also made a half-hearted attempt to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.

Some Honey Bees and wasps have been pollinating around now that spring has arrived in Phoenix.

And the Anna’s Hummingbirds have been busy, chasing and eating:

Plus many others including this Curve-billed Thrasher and Gila Woodpecker:

And, lastly, this is entitled: “You’re right, I found my grill.” Starring Ferguson, of course.

So that is my March for Peace…

February 2022

I started this blog on February 13, 2009…so 13 years of blogging…but it has gotten sparser and sparser as the years have gone by. Initially, I posted almost daily, then down to 3 times a week, then weekly, then a couple times a month and now I try to do it at least monthly. I know people don’t read blogs as often anymore and there is other social media that is more immediate but I do it sort of for myself, too, so I can look back and remember what was going on at a certain time in my life. But I do thank anyone who still reads this. So here is a jumble of photos I’ve taken since my last post. More birds~House Sparrow female, White-crowned Sparrow, Yellow-rumped Warbler, Curve-billed Thrasher, Rosy-faced Lovebird, Gila Woodpecker male, House Finch male, Anna’s Hummingbird male.

And cats…these are the indoor cats…Ferguson, the most cooperative, Torti, the least cooperative, and Bouche, who still can’t totally let go of the outdoor life. He’s a dasher. There are several outdoor kitties, too.

Hope to see you in March!!!!!