Me, Doors, Pooping, Lying and Stuff

The other morning just as I was stepping out of the shower I heard a scratching sound, and as I looked down noted a certain someone's little paw reaching under the door and swatting at my shorts.  Cleo has issues with closed doors, and gets annoyed when she encounters one, but occasionally she'll make a game out of it. Usually, though, she'll sit there and stare at the door until we open it.  She'll then simply walk in, wander around as if she merely wanted to see what was behind it, then walk back out, curiosity satisfied.

Umm, excuse me Kellyanne, this is not the real story and you know it.  Let's be honest here, shall we?  What dad's not telling you is that he actually took this picture before getting in the shower while perched on the big white porcelain water dish (gross, I know), and before any of y'all jump to conclusions, the reason dad had his phone in the bathroom was because he was on call for work, and calls come in any time of day or night and he pretty much needs his phone glued to him 24/7. When he's on call it's a permanent part of him, especially in the early morning hours like when this photo was snapped.  Mom would be one cranky lady if the phone rang while she was asleep and dad didn't have it with him in there.

What Table Manners?

I'm not allowed up on countertops or tables, but on one recent evening I was being so gosh darn cute that mom couldn't help herself and let me keep my paws on the edge of the table. 

As you've seen countless times now I live for laps, and this occasion allowed me the perfect distance to stretch out and rest my paws.

The only thing I'm not sure of is why I forgot to reel my tongue in, especially once I saw dad's phone in his hand.

Oh well, makes me extra cute, right?

Sleepy Kitty on Dad

I guess there's really not much that needs to be said here-

Well, sort of sleepy...

Some New Friends

     Here's a selection of photographs of some friends dad's made while out and about at work.  The alligator nearby was cool and the goose family up the road is fun to watch as they hold up traffic, but these guys were found hanging around outside the office/pool area here where we live. Dad says the moth is an Imperial moth, the beetle an Eastern Hercules beetle and the katydid (dad thinks) contributes to the fascinating chorus of sounds out here at night.

A late addition to this post, this black widow was spotted near a front door and is most likely a female as two red dots on her back, which are just about impossible to see in this photo (excellent photography skills, dad), will tell.

Why Me?

I'm not really sure what's going on in the top photo.  Since dad says I don't like being held like "normal" cats (he rarely knows what he's talking about, so I just let that go) this is one way he has of holding me. 

Don't worry, he does support what he refers to as my considerable heft, and on this particular day I think we were just watching mom working in the kitchen. 

Do I LOOK comfortable?  Please. Put. Me. Down!

No, it wasn't Halloween.  This, umm, colorful outfit is just dad's lazy loungewear.  I understand old Orbit used to love settling over dad's shoulder, but not all cats like the same things.  I wish he would get that.

Daditude

The big old guy likes to say I have cattitude, but he can have his bouts of his own 'tude if I'm honest.  So my bumbling boneheaded co-blogger and I recently put together what I thought was an entertaining post about trips he and mom made recently out to Lake Waccamaw and Green Swamp Preserve, a couple of beautiful places within an hour's drive from us. I made sure he put up some wonderful photos, added captions and I helped him plink out the best words and phrases.  And then he woke up the other morning with a severe case of  I don't like it-tude and immediately deleted the post we'd worked so hard on.  I'm not sure what his problem was that day, but while he was at work I retrieved some of the photos we were going to use and put them here so you can at least enjoy them even if they don't include our original words. The gator is one they saw on the way to Lake Waccamaw, and was floating lazily in a swamp just off the side of the road.  The carnivorous plants, including the fascinating Venus flytraps, are all over the place at Green Swamp, and are absolutely beautiful.  Mr. Pissy Pants will likely give me a load of crap for posting this, but he'll have to get over it.  Enjoy-

Can you spot the gator?

Out in the Neighborhood

These guys have been spotted down the street from us by a small pond over the past few weeks.  Occasionally traffic gets held up when they decide to cross the street, and so far as mom and dad have seen most drivers wait patiently, some with smiles, as they (the birds, not the drivers) waddle their way across. Dad says this area should be named "Land of a Thousand Roundabouts".  These poor creatures have to be extra careful since this is right near one such roundabout, requiring them to make several road crossings in one journey.  Dad bitches about how many roundabouts, no left turns and U turns there are around here.  Seems these days he can find just about anything to bitch about...

Out on the Patio

Our patio is one of my favorite places, even if it doesn't get much sun.  I've been rolling around and lounging out there, with the exception of a few days this past week when dad didn't want mom to let me out because it's been one hundred billion  degrees out.  Mom and dad have a couple chairs and a small table out there, and enjoy the fresh air and cooler nights with me.  Mom makes fun of me and says I'm an old busy body since I like to people-watch (like dad) and check out every little thing that goes on outside.

Ooohh, who's that?!

And what's that?

Oh look, a bug!

The Patio Queen gets some mom love