Willow! I know this flies in the face of feline reason, which tells us that the Old Cat is the Boss of Everything and should therefore overrule natural laws, but if you walk under the operating baby swing, it WILL hit you. Hey! No, really!
There, see?
Ah. Wet food is the cure for baby swing insults and injuries, is it? (Sigh.)
Okay, you win.
Having been informed recently that it is important to talk to your child, regardless of what exactly you say, Papa Bird has now spent a fair amount of time reading to Monster Hands from Adam Smith’s Theory of Moral Sentiment.
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I looked away for a moment to see something on the computer, and when I turned back my infant had been replaced with a devilish, slavering beast.
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This graffiti was scrawled across the wall of a gentleman’s club down the street. I’d love to know the back story.
Posted in Around town, Places
Monster Hands and I survived the initial trauma of her two month shots this morning. The injection technician was great.
The initial, tragic, infant wail brought an additional nurse to the scene, who reassured Monster Hands that she was very a good little person and would never remember this. Then they gave her a sticker.
We walked home in silence, with her shocked little face buried against my shoulder.
So SAD.
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We have an old cat, named Willow. He is crotchety, snaggletoothed, loud as anything when displeased, and very clever.
Best cat ever.
This old can just calmly walked across my lap, narrowly avoiding the sleeping baby, and returned carrying the bone from the pork chop I’d just eaten. He did it in such a casual way that I almost didn’t notice.
Well played. Almost had to let you win that one.
Posted in Animals, Cats, House and grounds, Monster Hands, People, Pets, Places
I spilled some trail mix while feeding Monster Hands and couldn’t pick it up. Fortunately, there was a chicken in the house who came to the rescue. And then tried to roost on my lap, with the baby. That last part needs work.
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Monster Hands is old enough now that we can begin to guess which relative she most resembles. The following pairs of photos offer opportunities for comparison:
Papa Monster Hands
Mama Monster Hands
Auntie Music Monster Hands
Grandpa Vehicle Monster Hands
Podling Monster Hands
Okay, so podlings aren’t genetic relatives, but they are Muppets and this is a very Muppety household.
To whom do YOU think she bears the strongest resemblance?
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Sunbeam: Solar powered cat trap.
Heating pad: Electrically powered cat trap.
Posted in Animals, Cats, House and grounds, Pets, Places
Someone wrote “I want ur deck,” (or was it “duck”?) in green window marker, on the passenger window of our old station wagon.
The car was parked on the street near our house. We have neither any sort of deck on the house, nor a tape deck in the car, nor a duck.
Posted in In the car, Places