"That's not writing - that's typing." --Truman Capote
We have both here today. It has been pouring out for most of the day – a storm system stretches from north of us in the DC area down to Savannah.
For Milo, born in a summer drought, and having lived through one almost snowless winter, this is a novelty:
For Dash, who is terrified of thunder, this is a very, very bad day. He has been clingy and moan-y, sticking close to anyone or anything who can give him comfort:
Poor little guy.
A cat playing a theremin. God, but there are some days I just love the Internet.
My favorite bit may be the end, though watching the moments when the instrumentalist plans his next move are pretty fabulous also.
Better yet, may I show you?
Yes. That happy.
Robynn has promised some 4theanimals dosh, so here’s my first YouTube effort to say “thanks!”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYZYpWq9M6U1. Thank you, Marilee, for being the first contributor to the Poplar Springs 5k fund! Her donation coincided with a particularly fortuitous afternoon’s snaps of the Smith household animals, so here’s a photographic “thank you” from those worthies:
2. Thanks to: a.) the fact that my husband actually reads the Birchmere‘s occasional missives, b.) my friend Melanie’s quick response to a call to arms, and c.) my credit card, I can report that Mel, her sister and I are actually going to get to see Eddie Izzard. (John’s not interested, but thanks for noticing he’s not included). As my mom is fond of saying in reference to hot flashes, “Faint, but don’t fan: it’s a dead giveaway.”
3. In other theatrical news, we’re going to see Teller’s Macbeth this weekend at the Folger Theatre. I feel a bit ashamed to say that I have lived in the DC area for a total of over nine years and have never been to the Folger. Cultural cretin – that’s me.
4. Who thought of this daylight savings time palaver, anyway? And who thinks it’s a good idea to extend it? Clearly someone who doesn’t work for a living. Feh.
…but MAN, the resemblance is scary (no, we’ve never even tried to put any of our cats on a leash).
Smith shoots, it’s high….
OH! And it’s blocked by El Milo!
What a save – DC United’s defense is lucky to have such a promising young keeper…
We had an amusing weekend – John’s all for getting a Christmas tree at the earliest opportunity, so we went off to our usual tree vendor and got ourselves a fine, fragrant little evergreen.
Here’s a shot of John finishing it off (he loves that I take a picture of his butt every year).
Of course, having a new kitten in the household means some amount of anxiety about trimming a tree. Over the years we have collected a wide variety of ornaments, and we have a system: the really delicate ones go up at the top, and there is a sort of graduated arrangement whereby the sturdiest ones hang at cat-height. The older cats really couldn’t care less about the tree, but we’ve kept to this scheme over the years just in case. At first blush, Milo gave us his most innocent pose:
“Who, me?”
Then he was clearly intrigued:
“Come to meeeee!”
Then there was the tap-tapping of a wee white paw:
And then, well:
“Nom nom nom!!”
That was about the time we decided we didn’t want seed beads in the cat and threw that particular fancy away.
Milo was back to playing Mr. Innocent in no time:
Yeah. He’s getting bigger.
(Knitting content post-script: yes, those are handmade socks. BMFA “Socks that Rock” heavyweight in the “rose quartz” colorway, purchased at Stitches late-ish so I was forced to go out of my usual color comfort zone. I rather love them. They knit up in about three days and I adore the combination of delicate color and sturdy, warm boot-sock).
