Shortly after Flick died I contacted an artist to have him preserved as a work of art. Leah Davies does pet portraits in a number of mediums and after some discussion with her and some consideration I commissioned her to do a pencil drawing of my too quickly departed cat.
I liked the look of her drawings and to me it felt right. It would be like a fading memory, still with me but softened. The picture I chose for her to work from was one I’d shared after Flick died, of him helpfully sitting in the empty water dish.
Holy Cow! It’s only 60 days until the Blog Paws Conference in Phoenix?! I’m already registered and paid up, but I’m still deciding how to get there. If I fly I’m going solo, but if I drive my 16 year old car I can bring a critter! I’m thinking Hershey, but then I’m thinking of all the small animals there that she’d be SUPER interested in…. Still haven’t made up my mind, but I AM going!
Anyone else? Here are links to the sign up page and conference schedule for anyone interested:
Eris has been favoring this grooming arch lately. Not as a way to relieve herself of excess fur (why would a cat use something bought for them for it’s intended purpose?!) but to sit and watch the household go by. I think it must satisfy her predatory need to be close to action, but “concealed.”
There have been countless cat in boxes videos on the internet (sometimes I wonder if the whole thing in run by cats) including this one showing that it isn’t just house cats that dig them:
But Eris favoring the arch seems to better resemble the cats trapped in a circle as described in this article by the Daily Mail.
Anyway, cute picture, fun video; happy Caturday everyone!
Hershey was never a puppy. She sprang fully formed from Zeus’ head after he suffered a nine month migraine….No, wait, that was Athena. Anyway, Hershey came into my life at six months, so aside from gaining 20 lbs. and a good deal of confidence she didn’t really change that much. I never had house train her, or teacher her to pull walk on a leash; she was a great, some assembly required starter dog.
Perch has had many years to perfect the art of door dashing. He’s gotten locked in the bathroom on numerous occasions, and gets out the front and back doors at least a couple of time a year. These escapes are usually short lived as he is nabbed and returned to the house in short order. The key word in that last sentence was “usually.”
It’s strawberry season! I don’t know if that’s true in the rest of the country (or world for that matter) but here in California the little roadside stands that have stood closed for months are now open to sell their poor-traveling wares to a grateful public. In between work and home I passed by a stand and practically caused an accident as I careened into the little dirt parking lot and skidded to a stop. A few minutes later I was walking back to my car with a half flat of these beauties.