{Note: No cats under 18 appear in this post --18 months, that is.}
Observe: Below, is a Normaphoto of Tux. He is distinguishable from his identical nephew, Romeow, by partial absence of his left ear. This is not an emotional or artistic statement. Unlike Van Gogh, no passion was involved, only carelessness. Tux's passion is for Mint, as can be seen here:
As with '60s roomies, I observe the following expression. Tux is progressing from "meow" to "Oh Wow!"
I recently had problems with Blooger and can't guarantee successful posts but have not quite resorted to mint-nuzzling. As more data comes in, or more problems arise, I will consult with Tux and, perhaps together, we can educe something for it. I have asked...
Oh what fine, cool company you keep.
ReplyDeleteDear Tom, I am honored and improved by Tux's company. He is very tolerant of mine.
DeleteI've been having numerous problems with Blogger lately - which is why I couldn't respond to your comment about being assaulted by rowdy raccoons.
ReplyDeleteTux is a treasure - sober or stoned.... I never knew that cats like mint. My two furry felines are extremely fussy.
Dear Jon, Rowdy and growly. It's almost as if they KNOW that (in the 1950s Disney Davy Crockett craze) I wore one of their ancestors as a hat.
DeleteTux would not have cared.
He seems to have developed a habit. Perhaps an intervention will be necessary.
ReplyDeleteDear Emma, Tux is, like all cats, a creature of habit. I haven't yet considered intervention because he does not nuzzle mint while asleep --which is most of the time. For a cat, that is an ostentation of will-power.
DeleteI am very pleased that Tux is not encumbered with worry if his indulgence is appropriate or unseemly. He is purely and wholly engaged in the euphoria of the experience itself!
ReplyDeleteAlthough I, myself, have never engaged in the greener leaf that your 60s era roommates indulged…. I hope that they too felt a similar freedom of the experience. In my own way, I would say that I had in some slight fashion a similar pleasure from indulging in my beloved pipe tobaccos. And even though I currently refrain from beloved pipe tobaccos…. I do reminisce about their beauty, and often consider reengaging with them.
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Dear Prof., Understood! Must say that when I had roommates I would sometimes return to our apartment after night class to a moaning fug of pot smoke with arms and legs sticking out. I preferred tobacco and shut my bedroom door. Before work and night school, I had early morning classes. Like Tux, sleep was my chosen vice.
DeleteThose felines are handsome fellows. I believe catnip is in the mint family, is it now? I just realized I have mint in my back yard and maybe my indoor cats would like a bit of it. Thanks for the idea, Geo. And I hope your Blogger problems resolve soon. I'm always surprised that I don't have issues with the platform; I hear of so many other bloggers having them. I hope you and Norma and your family are well, my friend.
ReplyDelete0_Jenny, Yes, catnip shares a family of many aromatic mints and sage, oregano and well, just about everything in your spice rack --Lamiaceae.
DeleteAs to Blogger problems, they seem to disappear around midnight, like now. I suspect it has to do with daylight busy-ness overwhelming servers more than problems with my pooter. Remember, the sun runs out of land here in California later than the rest of the continent.
Norma and family are all well, my friend. Thanks.
P. S. I was just reading the comments and replies on your previous post and was saddened to hear of neighbours succumbing to Covid 19 and of their cats being left without owners. How very awful. I'm glad you and Norma are looking after them and hope they find permanent homes in due time, because seven cats is a lot of responsibility. All the best with that.
ReplyDeleteDear Jenny, We do what we can. It's got to a point where we're conferring with an overburdened ASPCA. Of course I've got attached to the cats but there is a determination in that organization to relocate cats to new owners before euthanizing them.
DeleteI appreciate your sympathy re. my neighbors: friend since 1959 moved in to care for his mom, called ambulance for her late one night then went to bed...never woke. Let's all take care, deal?
That is just unutterably sad, Geo. What a terrible virus this is. So many lives lost, and often unpredictable as to its victims. I'm so sorry for your loss.
DeleteWhat about catnip? If mint leads the kitty to such happy highness, then I can only imagine what catnip would do.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Dear Janie, Have never planted catnip, much less nuzzled it, but doubt it would have a euphoric effect on humans. Cats have a different physiology. You've seen how they pour themselves off things, curl up in pie tins. Unlike us, they are fur-bearing liquids.
DeleteI give Matty a touch of catnip when he comes for a visit and he appreciates it. We have a mint plant on the back patio but we can't see it from inside the house so I'm not sure whether the cats who stop by enjoy it or not. But Tux certainly is in love with it. Great photos, Norma.
ReplyDeleteDear Bruce, Compliment to Norma conveyed and appreciated. Not sure if cats mind being observed while frolicking with mint, but it seems to do them no harm. Even for humans, mint tea is supposed to be relaxing --and keeps otherwise polite guests from nuzzling in our gardens.
DeleteMaybe catnip would help me, Geo ~ LOL! Some days when I wake up and listen to the news, I'd rather be stoned. It's kind that you and Norma look after the displaced kitties. It was sad to hear about your 1959 friend not waking up. This has been such a wretched time, although I shouldn't complain since all my loved ones and friends have come through. I love Norma's kitty photos. Take good care of your sweetheart, my friend!
ReplyDeleteDear Louise, Cats have little idea of what's keeping their carers' back doors locked or why familiar faces don't twinkle at them. We can ease that with some smiles and Meow Mix. As to my "1959" friend, D.W.Kennedy and I shared a bus seat to grammar school. At that time, there was a lot of propaganda about black people. We were white rural hick-children. A new student climbed aboard the bus that morning -1st grader, black. All conversation stopped on the rowdy-yelly bus. The little girl looked scared. From that sudden silence, D.W.Kennedy's voice emerged,"Hello, Little One, come sit with Geo. and me." I stood to let her in between us. Then sat down with a respect for her and my friend, D.W. that has never diminished. You take care too, my friend.
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