Tiggy is best placed in a secure drawer, lined with pajamas and shorts, for maximum comfort.
That way, she will be well rested when next you need her to nap on your chest while watching a birds documentary on the couch at night.
Brothers should be, by all accounts, stored together.
A window nook is the perfect spot since watching the squirrels outside will keep them occupied until Pickles can begin his all-night mouse stake out. (Don't try to photograph them from outside, though, as it will scare the puffy fur bloomers right off of Pickles when you pop up on the other side of the glass.)
I strongly recommend leaving your Woody on the back of the couch so you can pat him as you come in to take your bathroom breaks or refresh your beverage.
The key is that you want your cats put away, but very close and easily accessible for schooching.
1. Make yourself a really nice cocktail. For example, a Pimm's Cup with muddled fresh berries and lemon.
2. Put the dough on the grill with some stuff on it like pesto and sundried tomatoes and cheese or wilted beet greens with pancetta and marinara sauce. Grill it. Maybe try not to overcook one ever-so-slightly because that damn yellow lab who is allowed to wander on the lane unattended keeps coming back to try to lick your serving platter and ingredients and even when his owner is there she is useless and there is so much chaos you actually can't take any photos of the grilling process.
3. Eat it. Maybe with a second cocktail (especially if nerve-calming is needed after dog incident).
Bonus 4. Serve it cold with tray the following day with salami and turkey slices, bread, crackers, hummus, celery sticks, pickles, prosciutto bread, and olives.
I am on a conference call during today's tray. New features to the tray are fresh fruit (black berries, cherries and strawberries left over from last night's birthday dessert) and small bread share dinner rolls which are great dipped in the oil from the olives.
You find yourself with an amazingly cutie cat. And you may ask yourself, "How did Tiggy get so cute?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where did her irises go?"
Tiggy is riding high on pain meds these days. Two Fridays ago, I woke up to discover she had somehow broken her canine tooth and it was hanging out of her mouth. And, because the lower canine then had nothing to bump against, it was puncturing her upper lip and making that a bloody mess. Poor girl!
Last Wednesday, she had some major dental surgery and lost the lower and (remaining stub of) the upper canine. She was pretty darned sad. She's doing much better now, and is going for her final pre-River check up and stitch removal on Thursday.
If you look closely at her mouth, you can see a tiny little string from a stitch in her gums poking out of her lip. And, if you look closely, you won't see her fangs on the left side of her mouth.
Between sailing the choppy seas of major cat dental drama (to be explained later) and beginning an ascent of the alpine mountain of work needing to be done before River House, I almost forgot to stop in the snowy memory-filled woods and commemorate the birth of two of the finest beasts I have ever known.
Happy Birthday, Black Cat.
Although you may be a mewly beggar and cause mayhem underfoot (or on counter), no one is as silky or torpedo-like as you. I remember when you looked like a bat.
And, congratulations on your twelfth year, Gray Cat.
You were super hard to photograph on your special day because you were being really into your security blanky.
I wish both of you boys a special, happy twelfth year. You are honorable gentlemen, and I am pleased to know you. I look forward to visiting you on Saturday when we are neighbors on the street known as River.
I neglected to photodocument my week 4 farm share. It was the first week Jimmy was available to pick up and split the goods with me (his summer class just ended), and Kevin was there and I was being all social.
Instead I present this.
A soba noodle soup made in the Japanese style with farm share chard, turnips and greens, scapes and zucchini. Plus, broccoli from last week and spinach. And, an eggplant from Holland which is really the opposite of a CSA since Holland can really be in no way defined as part of my community.
Plus, those pretty flowers are one of the two bouquets I made from flower share. And there was a currant lemon loaf seasonal delicacy, raspberries, and some other deliciousness I have already forgotten due to eating.
There was no way I was going to be able to wear the bandana I selected before my shower.
I went to move that sweet beast off my scarf, and he did this.
Let sleeping Gingers lie, after all. This boy knows when to flop and be adorably relaxed. For example, when your lady discovers you shredded yet another toilet paper roll? Drop on the bath mat and stretch out your fuzzy underbelly.
Bonus cute points for the clenched back paws. And if she still seems angry, make sure she is seeing that underbelly!
Jimmy and I got really American up on Independence Day yesterday and went to the Shake Shack for celebratory corn dogs. I was scared off the corn dog by the "jalapeño batter," but Jimmy shared and it was mild and delicious. I enjoyed my shack burger, but I had corn dog envy.
Anyhow, afterward, Jimmy and I were walking along West 77th Street along the side of the Natural History Museum and made friends with this pair.
Jimmy took this photo of our new friend Mud and his babysitter. Mud was out for a stroll to get some natural light and delight passersby. Also, from this photo I took, you can tell Mud was also out to enjoy a salad.
Then, I came home and comforted a very terrified Pickles. I am unclear why we celebrate American Independence with REALLY loud explosions all night long, but I am 100% sure it is not good for sleeping. Or Pickles.
And then, I cut my hair and had a Bad Thing happen. And then, I made choices which seemed to be the only way out of a desperate situation. And then, I sewed this head scarf.
And then I vowed to be unlike American and be less Independent and never cut my hair myself again.
And there is the equally charming and mysterious real Diana.
Diana is a kick-ass person. She is smart, interesting, kind, compassionate (with well developed mirror neurons), and has a magical, warming smile. All types of creatures, including Shorty, should be glad to have her as a friend.
It happens to be this Diana's birthday today, and I want to express how infinitely glad I am that she was born. If I had a watermelon, I would give it to her for her birthday.
Because she is super sweet and refreshing on the insides and cats like her.