Our Animal Pals
Nothing more needs to be said…
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So, this has to be one of the funniest pictures around—a baby Eastern Screech Owl. Would you just look
at the feet on this critter? He looks like he could stomp his prey flat in no time, doesn’t he? And those beady
eyes could bore a hole right through you, donchaknow. Makes me think of the old Jim Croce song,
“You Don’t Mess Around With Jim”.
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I had to conduct a burial at sea last week. We had these two
gorgeous betta fish, Simon (deep blue) and Ryan (sort of reddish with
a bit of tan)—yes, named for “those” two—who helped make up for
not having Hamilton here anymore. Ryan got sick and we tried to save
him but I guess it was just his time and Simon will have to
try to go on without his next-bowl neighbor.
RIP, Ryan (sob) : (
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Somebody told these little guys a great joke—
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I have this cat at home—well, actually, I have three, two behemoths and little bitty Molly. Molly is a tabby who weighs, on a heavy day, maybe seven pounds and she’s almost totally blind, deaf as a post, and so arthritic she walks sort of sideways when she first gets up on her feet. More often than not, she falls off my rather high bed, usually because she does a lousy job of guaging the distance being so blind, so I have a big pad at the end which she manages to miss half the time. Climbing up on my bed is a chore but she refuses to use the stool I put there for her and insists on climbing her way up claw by claw. She hasn’t been outside in about three years, maybe longer, and I know she misses being out there where she was a primo huntress because I’ll catch her sitting at a window appearing to gaze out although she can’t be seeing much.To top it all off, she’s a cranky diva and the other two cats and I have to bend to her wishes or she starts to screech like a banshee. The banshee bit is nothing new; she has always been a loud complainer, with or without justification. Still and all, I think Molly has a good life.
Molly is also 19 years and 10 months old. That makes her 97 in human terms so she has earned her diva crown if you ask me. I’m nowhere near that (even though I frequently feel like I am) but I sure hope I get to wear the diva crown someday. I’m looking forward to the time I can say “the hell with it” and express myself a bit more freely. Oh, I don’t mean in a nasty way—I just want to tell people off when they deserve it, don’t you? I haven’t quite got the nerve yet but someday…
Much to my dismay, I can’t find any of my multitudes of pictures of Molly from bygone days
and she refuses to pose for me now. Maybe another time.
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May 30, 2010
Posted in: Tales of a Bookseller
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2 Responses
Enjoyed the pictures and comments. I especially liked your story of Molly. We have a cat who is very vocal, but much younger than Molly. I wonder if he will mellow with age or just get more strident. LOL That is if he lives to a ripe old age. We are out in the country where cats are often coyote dinner. We have lost so many cats over the past ten years, but now have three that have managed to hang around for several years. They do like to go out, though. And if we don’t let the yowler out, he drives us nuts.
Too cute!!! Love the pics and the descriptions of your animals. We also have a small zoo at our house, including 2 cats, a snake, a turtle and 2 hermit crabs. Animals are awesome.
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