Saturday, September 21, 2019

Meowteorologist Report

So one afternoon about a week after Hurricane Dorian blew through here dad got another tornado alert on his phone.  The alert eventually lapsed, but for about 20 minutes or so this is what the sky looked like overhead.  The still photos don't do it justice, but these clouds were swirling and looping like mad, prompting mom and dad to stack my carrier and some blankets near the bathroom.  Apparently our plan is to hunker down in the bathtub in the event of a tornado.


Now flash forward a couple of weeks and here I am on a much cooler early morning with the old comfy fleece on the old comfy dadlap.  
I know to some of you, temps in the upper 50's and 60's isn't cold, but for this trio of southern old farts (mom's technically not an old fart yet as she's about 12 years dad's junior) and compared to the past few months that's cold-ish.  I've also been cuddling more with mom and dad in bed and on the chairs with the onset of cooler temps, so we're all loving it.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Because Her Full Dish of Fresh Water Every Day Just Isn't Good Enough

One rainy day recently...

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What?  If a dog can drink out of a toilet...

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Got Lucky This Time

     Well, we made it through the hurricane safely and it ended up not being as bad in our area as it was in others.  The day Dorian came through here started at 4:00 a.m. with the weather radio announcing one tornado alert after another all around us. 
Keeping a Close Watch on the Forecast
The wind picked up slowly throughout the day, the heavy rain was intermittent and our lights flickered a few times, but thankfully there was no major flooding and no trees or power lines came down.
Riding it Out

     The news from the Bahamas and other areas along the east coast is bleak and heartbreaking, so I'm just gonna say we're extremely thankful that we aren't dealing with the pain, grief and hardship that others are in the midst of suffering because of this storm.
   
   

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Wait and See

     Well, as it turns out it looks like Hurricane Dorian may take a close enough swipe at the coast to cause some concern.  We'll most certainly be keeping watch to see how it pans out, but we're hopeful it ends up staying far enough off shore so that all we'll see 'round here will be rough surf, some wind and minimal, if any, damage.

     Mom went looking for me the other night since I hadn't gotten up on the bed with them at bedtime as I most often do, and she whispered to dad to come see where she'd found me. 
Mom had been doing her cleaning and seasonal housekeeping and left a comforter on the floor in the spare room, and I'd decided I'd make that my new comfy spot. 
    
While mom was preparing for the possibility of having to evacuate she'd stacked some clothes and toiletries on the bed, and as is my way I couldn't help myself. 
Up on the bed I hopped, sniffed the bag of things, turned once or twice, and settled in, the crinkly plastic bag my pillow.

     Mom has been updating our hurricane plan stuff for days now and going over it and over it, and she and dad took a break yesterday to head to Carolina Beach for a bit. 
Abandoned Carolina Beach
Even though it was Labor Day they had a feeling it wouldn't be too crowded, and boy were they right. 

The clouds, waves and wind weren't technically directly linked to the storm, but it was amazing to see how empty things were (though Britt's Donuts was doing a brisk business and smelled awesome!).
     The waves weren't exactly monstrous but were rough enough to already seem almost menacing, and the rip current warnings kept most people out of the water. 
Mom, observing from a safe depth
Dorian's exact track is still up in the air as of this writing, but considering we're in a coastal area and the fact that Georgia and South Carolina have now begun mandatory coastline evacuations, we may not be posting again for a bit.

    
We're keeping those who've already been affected by Hurricane Dorian in our thoughts, and crossing our fingers and paws that we'll be spared the worst of it.
   

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Pictures Without Words- An Inside & Out Photo Essay

     The new place has an awesome deck about 6 times the size of our old place, allowing me a wide array of places to stretch out and soak up the sun.  There's even a handful of places to stretch out in glorious, glorious sunpuddles inside, something that was lacking in our previous apartment, and I don't think I've ever been as content as I've been since moving here.
     Of course, mom would add a comment about my being worse than a child in that I beg to go out, stay out briefly, then beg to come back in.  Over and over and over.  What can I say?  I just can't make up my mind.  Now that they're officially spoiled southerners they've been running the a/c daily, otherwise they'd just leave the sliders open for me.  Anyway, since there weren't supposed to be any words and we've already blown that here you go:




Saturday, August 10, 2019

Big Changes

     We've moved again.  I know, I know, we only just got to Leland in December and here we are moving again.  It's all good, though. Mom's probably gotten a few grays a little quicker than she ordinarily would but otherwise we're settling into our new digs.
     The move from Chapel Hill to Leland was, at the time a good one.  Dad got to stay with the same employer he was with for many years and we were able to live where he worked.  Things were good and we were settling into our routine, but then dad caught wind of an opportunity that was hard to pass up.
     Long story short, Blame Game Builders ( Corporate motto: "If there's a corner to cut, we've got the saw!") and their "It is what it is" philosophy were the impetus behind dad's decision to cut all ties and move on.  Long after the construction dust settles in a few months it would be dad's responsibility to maintain the finished product, which would surely take what's left of his hair and nudge him to an early grave (not to mention drive mom bananas with his incessant bitching).
     So anyway, a lot has happened in the past few weeks.  We're now actually in Wilmington, which means mom and dad are even closer to the beach.  We've found an apartment conveniently only a few minutes from dad's new job, and mom's been working real hard getting everything all settled.
     Since my last post dad's daughter sent us a silly new photo of Fifi.
         In between job changes dad spent a few days up in Minnesota playing with three of his grandkids.  They went fishing, spent an afternoon at an indoor water park, made a slip & slide on the back hill and spent lots of time playing and wearing dad out.  Dad took lots of pictures, but the one he and mom like the best is of dad's youngest grandson "helping" dad make breakfast one morning.
     Is that not a hoot?  The move wasn't too stressful for me, and mom and dad praised me for being so well behaved in between.  I spent the twenty minute trip in my carrier quietly reflecting on why dad cant just be happy once and for all and stay put.



Monday, July 22, 2019

More Fifi

We're gonna take a short recess here because there's lots going on, but I'll leave you with some more about dad's oldest daughter's "boss" Fifi.  Dad posted some Fifi stuff quite a while ago, and his daughter has sent some more recent pix.  As much as I don't care to share my space here I've reluctantly agreed to allow a post about the playful little girl from mom and dad's home land up in Massachusetts.  
Here, let me help
No, that's not dirt.  Those are beauty marks.
Hey, another bag lady!
Adorable Girl

And dad's favorite one
Yep, planned on doing some writing she did, until Fifi decided she wanted to help
See all y'all in a bit...

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Another Day at the Beach

So when mom and dad leave on early weekend mornings this is where they head.  There are tons and tons of beach houses along the route they take to Fort Fisher Beach, but they say this is all the real estate they need-

Even if the weather's iffy they take their chances.  Here's a storm that was brewing one sunny afternoon while they were beachin' it.
Beach Neighbors and Other Strangers
And here's dad paying no attention whatsoever to the darkening sky.

 While they're away basking in the sun you'll find me doing what they're doing but on the rocking chair instead of out in the hot sun.
My adorable pose, mom and dad's favorite


This is my dainty ladycat crossed paws pose

Trying to find the right position for maximum comfort
Go ahead, you know you want to say it-  "Who's a sexy old girl?"



Saturday, July 13, 2019

Flip Flop Yack Attack

This was not staged in any way.  I swear. Don't worry, the yack was primarily fur.  And yes, mom made sure to throw down a great big "I told you so!" when Hungry Jack related this tale to her.