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Pleeeease let us out

The cats are enjoying the warm days of summer.  Mo loves spending the night outside and sleeping indoors during the day.  They prefer the warmer upstairs and when I get home they will be stretched out flat on the floor or on their backs, waving the paws in the air.

Miss Nimbus had to be kept inside for a few days due to a banged up eye.  A redness was visible above the eye and it got swollen, either she bruised herself or got a bee sting.  It is looking better this morning, and she was extra happy to get her morning petting.  Poor little girlie girl!  Here she is sporting her collar with fancy bead.  Mo is super happy to have lost yet another collar, that bad boy.  Tsk tsk.

Miss Nimbus has a sore eye

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mo inspects the beads

Mo and Nimbus had a weekend alone when I was on the road visiting OTHER cats and dogs, chickens and goats.  I had the opportunity to visit Bev’s Farmstead Cheese out in Prineville, OR, and watch the goats being milked!  I also got to try several varieties of goat cheese.   Wow, the garlic mozzarella is delicious.

The cats are enjoying having me back and seem extra playful.

Here is Mo, helping me inspect the beads.    There are new beads up!  Seafoam Blues, Rainbow Stripes, Candy Canes, more Crazy Quilts, and I also added a Digital Art section.  Bev got one of the Candy Cane beads to celebrate the 4th of July, and I came home with some goat cheese.  Great weekend!

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One Saturday morning I was teasing Miss Nimbus by sliding a leather belt along the floor like a snake.  She watched it carefully from a safe distance, keeping a chair between herself and this threat.

I got to wear her shoes later that day, when an odd striped turd caught my eye, while out visiting my friend’s farm.  Yessiree, a genuine rattlesnake!

rattlesnake coiled

I snapped a photo, and then participated in the rattlesnake relocation program, holding the lid on the bucket while we escorted the snake several miles away.  I did not participate in the actual capture, rest assured.

There are some thirty species of rattlesnake, this one was thankfully relatively docile.  It was photographed near Ruch, OR.

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The fawns are back for a return visit.

fawns settle down

Here they are resting in the afternoon sun, their mother just a few feet away, taking a load off those long legs herself.

One morning as she grazed, they sprinted among the pines on the hillside, zig-zagging in a game of chase, their white tails up like flags, the extra high leaps reminding me of pronking springbok.

mom by their side

As they were resting here, one of the cats leaped up on the deck in the foreground, startling the little guys before I could get in any more shots.

Click for a larger view of these delightful visitors.

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king of the lap

Mr Mo is the undisputed king of the lap.  You cat lovers know.  You sit down somewhere and along comes a cat to claim that warm and cozy throne, and there you are stuck, pinned in place, unable to answer the phone.

He cracked me up a couple times by trying to find that lap while I was doing yoga.  I couldn’t get a photo of that, but here’s a digital doodle that tells the story.

That’s my Mo.

mo yoga helper

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nims under the bureau

The cats have settled back to their normal routine of chasing each other around the house.  One day Nims was hiding under a small braided rug while Mo circled around batting at the odd lump.  I wasn’t fast enough to snap a shot of that but I caught the end of this episode of hide and seek.  Nims used to hide under this bureau as a kitten and can just barely fit under there now.

She is eating well and seems completely recovered from her intestinal distress.  I guess I will have to eat the rest of the liver, pumpkin, and prune juice.  Hmm, what would the Top Chef Masters do with that challenge?

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twin fawns with doe

The cats will take back seat this week to let their guests take the spotlight.

The back yard is forested and wild and we have sighted deer, raccoons, and wild turkey flocks passing through.  This week we had the privilege of seeing a doe with her just – born twin fawns, teetering on their slender legs as she licked them dry.

This was worth taking a break from bead making to stop and watch.  The cats noticed too and watched quietly from a respectful distance.

Click on the photo for a larger view of this tranquil scene.

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Miss Nimbus returns

Miss Nimbus returned this week from her convalescence in the mountains.  Mo was unbelievably cranky!  He reacted with plenty of hissing, growling, swatting, and even charged at her.  Then he went and sulked under a bookcase.
It was quite amusing hearing him growl while eating, “ggrrmmnlnrr, grrup, ggrrrhrmp, grrrmplh, grrlahr, glramph, grllu, grrllm.”  He would be sitting next to me, look across the room at her, start growling and then smack me!
She was entirely relaxed, not intimidated in the least, and happy to be home.
I woke up the next morning with Miss Nims snuggled up to me purring, and Mo lying on the floor ten feet away, front legs under him like his arms are crossed, GROWLING at us!  That brat stole his spot!
Miss Nims loves her big brother and follows him everywhere.  By the fourth day they were settling down and I finally heard a purr out of Mr Mo.  I am going out of my way to be extra nice to him.

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Mr Mo

Mr Mohawk, aka Mr Mo, aka Mr Silkypants, is my black cat.  He has a natural spiky hairdo that inspired his name.  His buddy, Miss Nimbus, is white with some dark thunderstorm grey spots and a grey tail.  The salt and pepper cats.

The Moboy was lording it over the homestead for a second week.  Miss Nimbus stayed a second week at the cat convalescent center in the mountains.  I hear she is finally approaching regularity after a diet that includes cooked pumpkin and prune juice!!

Meanwhile, Mo is so happy to be the only cat and have his mistress all to himself.  He will come over for a snuggle and that extra high pitch to the purr tells you he is REALLY happy.  There are purrs and extreme purrs.

Here’s a photo of Mo in the garden, sporting a bead on his collar, hanging below the bell.