Archive for August 28th, 2009

Mr. Packett looks for a sign

August 28, 2009
What to do

What to do

Packett looks confused.  Yes, I know he looks that way a lot.  But he looks extra confused, like he is waiting for a sign to tell him which way to go.  There is a sign in the picture above, but he doesn’t see it.

A sign

A sign

That’s it!  He’s at a fork in the road!  And it points in the direction he must go!

Sylvia: "Who is he kidding?  He doesn't even have opposable thumbs."

Sylvia: "Who is he kidding? He doesn't even have opposable thumbs."

Meet me at the hangin’ tree

August 28, 2009

There’s a phenomenon that I’ve noticed in my woods.  Hanging branches are everywhere.  I pull down the ones that I can reach.  It seems to me that they shouldn’t be left to hang, but there’s been no one to pull them down for years, except the long-gone drinkers at the shade tree club in the woods (another story for another day).  I like to study the branches and see just how they managed to get wedged in the foliage.

HangingBranch

HangingBranch2

HangingBranch3

 I can pull them out easily.  I wonder how much longer they would have hung, suspended in space, before crashing down. 

Citizen of the forest

Citizen of the forest

If I don’t pull the hanging branches down, and they fall down by themselves without my help, do they still make a noise?  Well, of course they do.  The trees are not defined by human presence.

Superdog

August 28, 2009
Faster than a speeding dog biscuit

Faster than a speeding dog biscuit

I was at the cat station, and I returned to the meadow/RV park through the side gate, as usual, and was met, as usual, by a crazed animal.  Here’s Mr. Packett, enjoying the day by running through the meadow in circles.  Somehow, through the magic of photography and my awesome photographic skills, I managed to get this funny shot.  What must it be like to enjoy life this much??

One bad kitty

August 28, 2009
Who me?

Who me?

Once upon a time a baby was left on the vet’s doorstep.  The baby had a broken leg, which was fixed by the vet.  The baby grew up to be an adventurous kitty named Ollie.  He has this crazy hair that grows out of his ears (the retirees among our readers can sympathize with this).  Ollie became a brat that bit people at the counter, scratched clients in the waiting room, and teased the dog patients all the while being charming and innocent.  Ollie’s day became numbered when he scratched a woman – but in Ollie’s defense, she reached out to him when he wasn’t ready.  The vet said that Ollie couldn’t live there at the office any more, so he was adopted out and went to a new home. 

I miss working with Ollie, but he was definitely a challenge.  He could climb to the top of the cabinets and spring out on an unaware passer-by.  Luckily we are set up to take fecal samples here.

How did he get up there?!

How did he get up there?!

Here's the jungle cat high in a tree

Here's the jungle cat high in a tree

The Irish judge gives him a 10!

The Irish judge gives him a 10!

Tall Man

August 28, 2009
Happy Granddad & Gear-shifting Jenn

Happy Granddad & Gear-shifting Jenn

Here’s my dad and my oldest child.  My dad loved all children, but he was so tall that he scared those that didn’t know him.  He said that he was about 6’6″.  People would ask him how tall he was.  He told a man once that he was five foot, eighteen inches.  The man didn’t say anything for a moment, then he commented, “You look a lot taller than that.”

Dad used the name “Tall Man” as his CB handle.  Mom’s name was “Pocahontas”.  She probably enjoyed using the CB radio more than Dad, but they both were pretty adept at using it.  During the time period that the CB radio was popular, she monitored it constantly.  Once, she was listening to it while Dad was out and about on errands.  She heard him talking to someone else and she listened to their conversation.  He referred to her as “the old battle-ax”.  It was not pretty when he got home. 

All the grandchildren loved to ride on the tractors with him.  It was a special time for everyone.