Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Post-Vacation Post

 Just a quick one to say "Hey".  I'm not feeling too well right now, and mom and dad are going all crazyhead trying to nurse me back to my pre-vacation health. Even though I was in good hands while they were away, we're thinking the stress of them leaving me started this here old bod on its downward slide. They've been doing their best to get me to eat and drink more, and the most excellent lady team at Cedar Ridge Animal Hospital did their pokin' & proddin' and sent mom and dad home with a bunch of crap to aggravate me juice me up and reignite my appetite. Hope y'all are well, and we'll post an update at some point.  And please, like mom and dad's dagger eyes surely told the lady doctors, we don't want to hear the stuff like "well, she IS 18" and all that crap. . .

Friday, June 10, 2022

Time Off

 So this'll be our last post for a couple weeks.  I know we haven't been posting but once a week or so anyway, but whatever.  Mom and dad are finally getting around to taking a road trip they'd originally planned for April 2020.  But then you know what put a damper on travel plans back then! They've both been busy preparing, especially this past week, dad dilly-dallying at work all day as he does, mom doing, well, everything. 


Last weekend they went for a muddy hike at Graveyard Fields, just off the Blue Ridge Parkway. They trudged their often wet, occasionally rocky way to the upper falls, where they enjoyed the seclusion that comes with starting out early.
As usual, the photo doesn't do it justice.

Here's dad's semi-self-concious selfie with his spunky, spirited sidekick.

You can tell who keeps things lively around here!
And here's me, all alone in this empty house, waiting and wondering to myself "will they ever come back, and why have they forsaken me?"
 

And yes, I managed to take my own selfie😋.
 So anyway, they're hitting the road early tomorrow morning and winding their way north to visit assorted sibs, kids and grands in New England.  Somewhere along the way there or back they also want to drive portions of the Blue Ridge Parkway they haven't yet been on, and Skyline Drive in Virginia.  The lady who takes care of dad's employer's dogs will be stopping by every day to see to my needs and keep me company for a bit, and I'll be sure to rub mom's and dad's faces in how good she treated me while they were off gallivanting and neglecting me. See you in a bit...

Thursday, May 26, 2022

Sleeping Upright

Hike, fog, blah, blah, blah.  Guest post, whatever, whatever, whatever.  Back to me now.  First off, big props to Ann from Zoolatry for my fabulous new header photo with my ginormous catnip plant.  That sucker, as if to say "So There!", has sprouted beyond all expectations since being mowed down.  So anyway, we all have unique sleeping positions, right?  Dad apparently thought it was funny the way I'd fallen asleep on mom recently.  I was simply sitting half upright, just chillin', when the urge to doze snuck up on me. 


 I don't really see what all the fuss was about, but whatever floats your boat, dad.
Awesome invisible pillow, don't you think?
I guess I stayed like that for a few minutes, blissfully unaware of my blissfully simple-minded, easily entertained dad person human thingy..

Thursday, May 19, 2022

Settle In, Grab a Coffee & Put Your Feet Up- A Rare Long One

For their first "real" hike since dad's surgery, mom and dad headed south on the Blue Ridge Parkway last Sunday morning to Pisgah   National Forest for a moderate 5 to 6-mile hike.  The fog in Asheville was pretty thick in spots that morning, and even though rain was called for later in the day they were eager to hit the trails.  As the parkway wound its way through twists and turns and many of its amazing tunnels, the sky grew clearer and brighter, and before long mom and dad couldn't resist the urge to pull over at a few of the many overlooks to catch a glimpse of what looked like a giant sea of cotton blanketing the valley below.  


Generally, one photo or two would suffice, but bear with us as dad felt the need to put a couple of extras in. 



As awe-inspiring as it was these pictures just don't do the view justice.  When they hit the trailhead, the sun was shining and the air was warm, but as they trekked their way along Laurel Mountain Trail the clouds and slightly cooler air decided they wanted to accompany mom and dad on this fine spring morning.  About 2.5 miles out, rain drops and rolling thunder decided they didn't want to be left out, so together the whole party turned and headed back, albeit at a quicker pace than when they started out. 

Honestly, we'd decided that 2.5 miles out was about enough for the day and were already heading back by the time the thunder started.  Sometimes the old girl likes to make things a little more dramatic and long-winded than they really are.  The part about the quicker pace, however, is true.

Long-winded?  Me?  Whatever you say, scaredy cat.  Anyhoo, after returning home and settling in for the afternoon dad, as he often does, decided to scroll through the Ring videos on his phone.  Now, it's not unusual to catch overnight visitors sauntering up our stone walkway.  Neighborhood cats, foxes and occasionally unidentifiable other such critters use the path as a cut-through on their nocturnal wanderings.  Suddenly, dad gasped with surprise while watching the videos, unaware that while they were hiking, someone a bit, umm, bigger came a-knockin'.  Yep, at about 9:30 a.m. and in broad daylight, mind you.  The first clip's only about 6 seconds long and the second one's 20 or so. 


 
There have been multiple sightings 'round here lately, but this is the first time one has come right up to our door.  He probably looked in the window, saw me (asleep in the chair, of course), and figured he didn't want to mess with me.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Guest Spotlight

 Since we've lived in Asheville, mom and dad have trusted Cedar Ridge Animal Hospital for all my health needs.  They're a fabulous team of caring animal professionals who are easy to work with and always make us feel welcome.  On entering the front office, one is occasionally greeted by one of the most famous names in show business.  That's right, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you in all her front desk lounging tabby splendor the one, the only film and fashion icon- Audrey Hepburn.


Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Half On/Half Off

So, it's no secret that our felines have to stop and bathe whenever/wherever the need strikes.  Our old gal typically plops onto the carpet in the living room to do her washing, but once or twice now I've managed to snap a few photos of her half on/half off my her chair on her way across the table to the other chair.  Apologies for the poor focus, but consider them "action" shots of our bathing beauty.




Gee, thanks dad.  Next post I'll make sure mom gets me a few pictures of you in the shower.  Bet you'd love that, huh?


The above photos were from a while ago, but I just had to update this post by adding these last two that I literally just took only minutes ago of the old girl.  I was buzzing around in the kitchen, getting ready for work and looked over in the living room to see her sitting there, staring at me as if saying "come on dad, I'm waiting for you."
Guess I didn't need the flash...



Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Habits

Funny story:   Y'all know that we felines have a way of developing habits and whatnot, right?  I've heard discussions between mom and dad about how I can be a slob because I take up a mouthful of wet food and eat it away from my dish, making a mess on my board.  Or how dad makes mental notes (emphasis on the "mental") of the way I apparently poop in the back corner of my box and pee against the front, often times not covering said pee and stepping through it and leaving tracks. Whatever, says I.  I could write pages of gripes I have with them.  If I could hold a pen.  Anyway, yeah, back to habits.  I fight mom when it comes to sitting in the living room, especially when I'm already there and (usually) asleep and she wants to sit with me.  She grumbles, begs and bitches, and I'm still as a statue, my expression all, like, "what, you want me to move?"  However, for who knows what reason it's a bit different when it comes to sitting with dad.  As you've seen in some posts, I like to squish in on dad's left side between his leg and the arm of the chair where I'm all nice and snug and warm. 


Then, when dad gets up to refill his coffee or something I'll slide right back over for him, or, most often, will stay tucked tightly against the chair arm, patient as can be. 

Which mom, in spite of a bit of jealousy I dare say, finds adorable.  What can I say?  Habits, right?

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Buttsmosis Blog Posting

Hey, a girl's gotta get her thoughts put into words somehow, right?

What, you thought dad did all our posts with his hands?

Saturday, April 23, 2022

Slumber Party of Three

Dad's recovering about as we expected, though he did seem to overdo it a bit yesterday, only his second full day back to work.  Thankfully he's got his own full-time nurse/mom/nutrition coach in mom to steer him and admonish when necessary.  

So anyway, dad was up early as usual one recent morning, and mom, who generally sleeps later than dad, shuffled out of the bedroom and plunked herself onto dad's lap the way I like to do (note- this was prior to dad's hernia surgery).  The two of them settled into each other silently, mumbling who-knows-what and eventually closing their eyes. 


Not one to be ignored, I wanted in on this party, so I tread gingerly as I do across the side table from my chair and onto the double laps snoring lightly in the rocker. 
Yeah, their PJ pants almost match.  How cute...

And there we three lazed away the early morning hours (okay, maybe it was more like a few minutes or maybe a half hour or so. Whatever) blissfully, not a care in the world . . .

Saturday, April 16, 2022

Puzzled, Puzzled and Puzzled Some More

 


Mom and dad recently finished a unique jigsaw puzzle, one made up of the tiniest pieces any of us had ever seen. 

Sure, it was fun, but the size of the pieces made its completion extra difficult. 

The next- and most recent one- was, you guessed it, another feline-themed puzzle.  This time I got to help out.  From the sidelines, sort of. 

At least they let me get up on a chair to watch.  Last, we're puzzled by something that recently took place.  Up until this past week, dad's done the lawn care around the property where we live, and the surgery on his, umm, intestinal underpinnings 
the other day (which, they say, went well and has dad in mild distress, shuffling aimlessly around the house and generally just being in the way) meant he had to hire out for the mowing this past week.  Suffice it to say that on looking out the front door over my sunning steps he was bewildered and saddened to see that the hired groundskeepers had, for who knows what reason, obliterated my beloved bushy catnip (see previous post). 
Yeah, that's the same plant as in my previous post!

Yep, took it right down to the ground.

  And it wasn't like they thought they were being thorough as they left multiple weeds nearby untouched. "Idiots", he howled (I cleaned that one up a bit), then continued to rant and spew things I can't repeat here.  Mom and I figured, if we just ignored him long
enough, he'd eventually let it go and shut up.

Tuesday, April 12, 2022

Nipsnoozeapalooza

 On mom's behalf I thank you all for your thoughtful birthday wishes and kind words.  She and dad had a nice relaxing weekend that, as usual, went way too fast. 


We had some exquisite weather this past weekend, and it gave me a chance to lounge out on the front steps in the sun. 

Dad took down his lattice enclosure some time ago, but they let me out now and then and just keep an eye on me so I don't take off or get snatched up by a bear or a Sasquatch or anything. 

As I said, the sun was shining, the air was warm and the little catnip plant they bought last year, which dad kind of on a whim planted by the steps, was the icing on the cake, so to speak. I don't really go for eating the stuff, though I do take a nibble now and then. 

Mostly, I just rub my head in it, roll around a bit, then go to sleep. 

We had to throw in this last shot to show what the weather was like here just a day before dad snapped my 'nip photos. 

Snow had been spitting off & on all day, but at one point sleet was raining down like little bullets, bouncing off the stones and coating everything white.  Crazy, I know.

Friday, April 8, 2022

Senior Box Cat/Birthday Wishes

 I know we've shown you pix of me in boxes several times over the years, but, well, this is my blog, and I'm gonna show you more.  So, yeah.

 The smaller box with the string through it is dad's attempt at a homemade "toy" for me.  Poor guy- he tries. I guess the idea was to pull the string back and forth from both ends so the little ball attached to the middle of it would draw my attention.  Like I said, he tries.  He ended up putting my mat from Ellen the Tooth Fairy in the bigger box to make it a little comfier, which you can see in the last picture.

Damn Flash!


Resting in Preparation for Some Playtime

My idea of playtime.  Sometimes dad calls me lazy.  Sometimes I call him *******

Lordy, that was an intense workout

Mom's birthday is this weekend, and I know they've got more hiking in store and who knows what all else.  The other night dad whipped up a cookies 'n cream ice cream pie, one of mom's favorites, so I know that'll be getting demolished smartly portioned out. 💖Happy Birthday to the best mom a cranky, moody, only-show-love-when-she-wants-something, life on her terms Tortie could ever ask for!🎈🎂🎈

Monday, April 4, 2022

Speaking of Mountains-

 As is typically their routine, the happy wanderers went hiking this past weekend.  They decided on a moderate four+ mile loop up to the WLOS antenna tower atop Mount Pisgah nearby. 

The tower at the peak- their destination

Always up for a glorious trek anywhere along the Blue Ridge Parkway and through the amazing tunnels that cut through the mountains, they packed up their bagel & egg sandwiches and caffeine beverages of choice (along with water and healthy snacks, of course) early Saturday morning and left me to sleep the morning away. 
WLOS Antenna Tower

The trail ran alongside the Parkway for a bit before veering off and up to the antenna,
Mom's expression says it all....

and the last stretch before reaching the tower was quite the rocky stair-stepping workout. 
One of dad's favorite views. And the rock trail is cool, too....

They like heading out early to beat the crowds, and this hike was no exception as they had the place to themselves more or less for a short time before more hikers arrived at the peak. 
The hiking buddies and the tower, slightly artified



Now, there won't be any pictures, but speaking of mountains, dad's gotta go in for hernia surgery in a few weeks.  Yep, he recently noticed a, umm, bulge that comes and goes and ranges in size from a golf ball to a canned pear half just north and to the left of his (insert any one of 175 names he has for it here)
I guess he'll be laid up for a couple of days, but it's pretty routine from what I've heard them saying., and I'll likely get some extra lap time out of it.  He won't be able to do any heavy lifting at first, and as to be expected, I can already see his brain starting to form some jokes half-wit remarks about not being able to pick me up, which is just fine since I'm not much of one for being picked up or held anyway.  I'll always go for the extra lap time, but I'm sure he'll be itching to get back to work asap, plus mom will likely be ready to have him out of her hair before long, too.

Friday, April 1, 2022

Val's Visitor

So Val's owner has come home, and life has returned to normal 'round here.  Mom and dad had been warned that Val had an occasional "visitor", and were shown how to set the humane trap that was kept near Val's stall.  Every now and then, someone was getting into the large barrel Val's food was stored in, prying the strapped-down lid off and even knocking the barrel over in an attempt to get to Val's kibble. Well, wouldn't you know it- dad went over one morning to feed her and, on opening the barn door came face to face with this pink, frightened snarling snout. 

After resetting the trap, dad took the poor scared critter a few miles away and released him in the woods high up a mountain road.

The neighbor stopped by our house the day after she returned and told us the night before saw a large raccoon finding its way into the trap. 

Sunday, March 27, 2022

Power (Outage) Breakfast

So I'm trying out a new font here since we realized my curlicue one might've been a little too squiggly with some of the letters.  Anyway, as many of y'all may have experienced yourselves, a recent storm caused power outages of varying lengths.  The winds 'round these parts can be robust, (as me and dad write this the wind is, once again, whipping like crazy out there and the internet's intermittent) and a weekend or so ago caused more than a little concern what with the tall trees surrounding us.  We ended up losing power for several hours that Saturday when temps dropped through the day into the teens, and as they do, mom and dad made the most of things. 

We all pretty much stayed camped out in the living room in front of the fireplace we're so grateful to have, and a little thing like a power outage wasn't gonna stop mom and dad from enjoying their typical Saturday eggs & bagels breakfast.. 

Sure, there's a propane camp stove at the ready and a propane grill in the basement, but they decided to rough it. 

The fire stayed lit throughout the day, even after power was restored, and life went on.
Nothing's gonna stop mom from getting her tea!

  Besides these photos, dad took one of what Yours Truly was doing the whole time, but it looked pretty much like all the other photos of me curled up in my chair, snoozing blissfully.  When I realized dad sent it to the "Deleted" folder I huffed and fumed, so he added this one from this morning to make me happy.  

Power Restored, still taking advantage of the heat

About This Blog

Created in July 2011 this blog chronicled the everyday life of a well-seasoned house panther named Orbit, who made the move with us from Massachusetts to North Carolina. He was a nearly constant companion for almost 22 years, and ruled our roost until he passed away in December 2014 which hit us like a ton of bricks.
After more than 2 years without a live-in feline friend we found this senior Tortie gal at Orange County Animal Services in Chapel Hill, NC and just couldn't leave without her. Cleo certainly came with an abundance of purrsonalitude, and has staked her claim on our hearts and in our home since day one. It took some long, deep thought, but I decided to pick up where Orbit left off and let Cleo tell her stories. Of course from time to time I'll add some non-Cleo posts, but she'll get over it.