Day Eighty Five

Eddie, We Hardly Knew Ye....

The last picture I took of our sweet little Eddie Kitty this past Monday afternoon. He was sitting in a rocking chair on the back porch, watching the Spring snow fall.

This is one of the first pictures I took of him that July day last year when he crept into our yard and stole our hearts. He was so likable, our precious little nuisance. Eddie, we miss your sweet cat face at our door.

Day Eighty One

Spring--Day Three

We all could do without this again, but here it is--Spring snow. For a while there after lunch today, it looked like a blizzard.

Ah, the mood swings of Spring!

Eddie says, "Not again!" He came up under the back porch to watch the snow.

Squirrel says, "Who cares about snow? I've got food!" The snow did eventually stop and the clouds parted to show us some patchy blue sky. Spring is like that around here--kinda moody. Looking forward to some warmth tomorrow.

Day Sixty Nine

Game Face

Eddie has his game face on as he waits for Shelby after school this afternoon. He knows she'll be passing by soon. Could he be more ready to pounce? I think not.

Day Fifty Eight

Kitty Love. Or Not.

Kelly tried to get Eddie to snuggle with her, but he wasn't having it.

Apparently, Eddie is picky about his cuddle buddies. Go figure.

Day Fifty Six

Squirrel-1
Cat-0

Eddie chased a squirrel up a tree yesterday, but the squirrel leaped off the tree onto the roof of the wood shed and made his way back to the bird feeder where he pigged out on sunflower seeds while Eddie watched, stuck in the tree. It took several minutes, but Eddie finally figured out how to get down out of the tree without killing himself, but by then the squirrel was long gone. Sometimes you get the squirrel and sometimes the squirrel gets you.

Day Fifty Three

Cruising For A Bruising

These two get into it several times a day. Eddie Kitty is always the instigator. Buddy Cat waits patiently for Eddie to pounce and then gets in his own licks. Eddie wants to play. Buddy just wants to be left alone. Eddie floats like a butterfly, but Buddy stings like a bee. A match made in...well, not heaven.

Day Forty

Cat Bird

Eddie Kitty wasted no time in parking himself by the bird feeder after I filled it up this afternoon. Fortunately, the birds are smarter than the cat.

Day Thirty Six

Banished

Here sits Major Nuisance, a.k.a. Eddie Kitty, watching us from the outside while we eat supper. He has been banished from the house during this time because he insists on checking out the food on the table by jumping on the table in hopes of sharing some of the meal. He is wrong, of course. But being a cat, he doesn't understand the word "no" so out he goes. I'm sure he wonders why.

Day Thirty

Winter Says Hello

These icicles grew throughout the day. Check it out.

Little brown sparrow in a sea of white.

Eddie Kitty stayed outside all day romping in the snow.

It doesn't look like much, but this snow has shut this town down.

Still growing...

We have a Cardinal couple who come out when it snows, but they never seem to show up at the same time.

Last night the temperatures rose and it started to sleet, so we got a layer of ice over the snow. Around noon today, it started snowing again and covered the ice. Makes for a slick Winter sandwich.

The icicles had grown several inches by late this afternoon. Beautiful day. Hope everyone stays safe and warm.

Day Six

May I Come Inside, Please?

This is Eddie Kitty's first Winter. He always gets caught on the wrong side of the door because he forgets how cold it is outside. Will he ever learn? Stay tuned.

Day Three Hundred Sixty Three

Picture Postcards From The Bird Feeder

It seems I wasn't the only one bird watching this afternoon.

Day Three Hundred Fifty Three

Holiday This And That

Hope everyone who got snow is snug and warm tonight.

Day Three Hundred Fifty Two

Let's Get Random

Saw these cool vintage boots while browsing at the Nashville Flea Market today. I'd love to have them, but they were too narrow for my big feet. Maybe they were Cinderella's boots.

Where's the rest of this deer? I think he must have joined the Syrian army--with bells on.

Clown face in a box. Has to be a refuge from a Stephen King novel. The flea market is never boring.

Vintage Chanel No. 5. No telling how old this Eau de Cologne is. No price tag on it, but I'm sure it's a bargain.

Experimenting with f-stop settings on my new camera. As you can see, I have no idea what I'm doing. Pretty cool all the same. Either that, or the tree is on fire.

Our two cats were cooped up inside the house while we were gone. I'm sure Buddy snoozed upstairs all day. Eddie, on the other hand, amused himself with knocking Christmas ornaments off the tree and playing with this Santa hat. He's been all over this thing, pouncing on it and dragging it around the room. Crazy kitty.

Day Three Hundred Forty Nine

Christmastime Is Here

Headless self-portrait in a silver ball

Christmas glow

Elijah deer needs some Crazy Glue

Shelby the red-nosed grand daughter deer

Eddie Kitty likes to sleep under the tree

He also likes to play with the tree
It's beginning to look a whole lot like Christmas!

Day Three Hundred Thirty Nine

Saturday

Woke up to snow on the ground this morning.

This was Eddie Kitty's first snow. He didn't seem to mind it. The sun came out, and the snow melted quickly, but the temperature stayed in the thirties.

We hung out at Poet's coffee shop this afternoon, drank hot chocolate and chai (haven't figured out exactly what that is yet but Kelly and Sarah said it was good), played Apples To Apples, laughed and talked and got loud and had a blast as usual. From left around the table: Sarah Foy, Jane Foy, Julia Foy, Shelby Myers and Kelly Kimbrough. Good times on a cold day in December.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight

This Cat's A Real Swinger

I was walking around the back yard just as the sun was going down and came upon Eddie on the tree swing. I thought it was funny, but I wish I'd caught him in better light. I've never seen a cat on a swing.

I'll try to get a video next time he does it (if he ever does). The swing was actually swinging and spinning around with him on it. It was my laugh for the day. The pictures don't do it justice.

Day Three Hundred Twenty Five

My Big Back Yard (And Front Yard) Meanderings

Where have all the flowers gone? Dead Dahlias tell no lies.

I was surprised to find this one tiny little yellow rosebud blooming among the shriveled up brown things.

Eddy usually accompanies me along my meanderings around the yard. He was in attack mode today.

I think this is called Pampas grass. It's really pretty in the Fall when it starts to bend toward the ground and get all curly. The white fluffy curly stuff gets all over your clothes when you rub up against it. Ask me how I know.

Buried treasure. Not really. I saw a piece of glass sticking out of the dirt where one of the boxwood bushes used to be next to the porch. It's a piece of a forgotten wind chime that fell apart a very long time ago.

View from the front porch swing this afternoon.

The gnarly orange pumpkin, along with my Cinderella pumpkins, are still hanging in there on the front porch. They usually give up by March.

Parting shot. Eddie Kitty is but an orange blur as he streaks past me, heading toward the kitchen and the food bowl. Eddie says goodbye. For now.