Out of focus but still cute as can be.
3.14.2012
3.11.2012
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This is one of my favorite pics of my girl.
She seems a bit off her game today. She ate like a little pony yesterday, and then today not so much. I just set out some tuna (the really good kind) and I hope it does the trick. Tuna has typically been her very favorite thing.
She has always been finicky but the current tummy issues make it even more complicated. Often I set out a little buffet and see what she feels like eating today. You just never know what it will be, today turkey, tomorrow could be beef.
It's fine though, as long as she decides on something, it's a good day. Ah victory! I see her at the dish. Tuna it is.
3.08.2012
Failed on Friday
To explain why my blog has been so neglected this week I thought I would share this cautionary tale from Mom's blog Hart Stories by Meg S. Hart. Take it away Mom...
Yesterday I started working on my first project for my new job, and my mind actually boggled. I had to hold my hands upon my head to prevent an explosion. It started innocently enough as these things often do.
I decided to read through the full manual, not just the items I was tasked to change. I was reading the first few paragraphs and tried to locate a document it mentioned and couldn't find it. Huh?
Document two is mentioned and I looked and... nowhere to be found. What? So I thought I would go to lunch and pick it up with a fresh pair of eyes. Seemed reasonable.
I brought up the same document (Topic 13 - I know ominous right?) I had clicked on earlier in my review, and it was totally different. No, that can't be right. I checked again, and no, nothing looks familiar.
Did I loose my mind at lunch? Sure it's possible, but in the space of a lunch hour? I probably shouldn't admit this but I must have pulled up this document at least three different times, somehow hoping it would look like I remembered. It was like a grown-up game of peek-a-boo.
I was lucky that the document-numbering gods left the telltale numbering of topic 12 behind. Yes it turns out that sometime during my lunch hour the topic, formerly known as 13, was now 14.
I think I am now at the point that I can find it funny. Until they change the numbers again... peek-a-boo!
Yesterday I started working on my first project for my new job, and my mind actually boggled. I had to hold my hands upon my head to prevent an explosion. It started innocently enough as these things often do.
I decided to read through the full manual, not just the items I was tasked to change. I was reading the first few paragraphs and tried to locate a document it mentioned and couldn't find it. Huh?
Document two is mentioned and I looked and... nowhere to be found. What? So I thought I would go to lunch and pick it up with a fresh pair of eyes. Seemed reasonable.
I brought up the same document (Topic 13 - I know ominous right?) I had clicked on earlier in my review, and it was totally different. No, that can't be right. I checked again, and no, nothing looks familiar.
Did I loose my mind at lunch? Sure it's possible, but in the space of a lunch hour? I probably shouldn't admit this but I must have pulled up this document at least three different times, somehow hoping it would look like I remembered. It was like a grown-up game of peek-a-boo.
I was lucky that the document-numbering gods left the telltale numbering of topic 12 behind. Yes it turns out that sometime during my lunch hour the topic, formerly known as 13, was now 14.
I think I am now at the point that I can find it funny. Until they change the numbers again... peek-a-boo!
3.04.2012
My Good Time - Ruined
Hi Friends! It's me, your pal Finny. I had a big weekend planned and it was ruined.
On Friday Dad had the back door cracked open for the first time in awhile, naturally I took my chance to go out on My Porch. I could see that there was plenty of clean-up for my parents to do, but overall I was ready to reclaim my turf.
I rolled on the cement to show my interest in spending quality porch time this weekend. Dad reported my interest to Mom and I thought the matter was taken care of.
Saturday I sat patiently by the doorway awaiting it's opening. Mom obliged by cracking open the door, but before she open the screen she had to find her camera. Suddenly on the other side of the door was my nemesis... Yard Cat Mittens!
There he was, waiting for a morning snack. I hissed and growled through the door. Mom however, fell for that act and gave him one! Suddenly my porch time was cut short. Every time we set out to visit My Porch this weekend there was that nare-do-well Mittens.
Unbelievable. I may have to come out of retirement and teach that puss who's Queen of the Porch.
On Friday Dad had the back door cracked open for the first time in awhile, naturally I took my chance to go out on My Porch. I could see that there was plenty of clean-up for my parents to do, but overall I was ready to reclaim my turf.
I rolled on the cement to show my interest in spending quality porch time this weekend. Dad reported my interest to Mom and I thought the matter was taken care of.
Saturday I sat patiently by the doorway awaiting it's opening. Mom obliged by cracking open the door, but before she open the screen she had to find her camera. Suddenly on the other side of the door was my nemesis... Yard Cat Mittens!
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| Hiddy Ho! |
Unbelievable. I may have to come out of retirement and teach that puss who's Queen of the Porch.
3.02.2012
Bugged
Okay I was a full-on slacker this week. Here is a little something to tide you over... I plan on some porch time with my girl and my camera this weekend. Now onto my girl... and this horrifying day from awhile back.
I'm not a killer - well the one exception to that is a big juicy bug. I am the Mighty Bug Huntress! The other day, when Mom left for work, the garage door must have been open just enough to allow in the bugs. ::Claps Paws::
I was paroling the hallway when I spotted the first one. I was so excited by the site of the large crawler, because I only get the rare opportunity to use my skills. I followed it for a while and then I brought down the hammer and killed him dead. I was preparing for a nap in the bedroom when I saw another one - naturally I hunted and killed it too.
I was just waking up from my nap and there was another one in the hallway. What the fluff? So I whapped it with the Paw of Doom.
I needed a snack by now so I headed out to the kitchen (Oh you didn't think I was gonna eat em did you? Um no - they give me indigestion). Anyway in the kitchen - there was another one! Whap - deaded.
When Mom came home and saw all my hard work she freaked out, and then she thanked me, as she gathered the carcasses. I assured her I got them all - I think. I'm sure I'll get them all - eventually. Mom? Stop shuddering. Oh no, don't call the bug guy - I'm pesticide free.
I'm not a killer - well the one exception to that is a big juicy bug. I am the Mighty Bug Huntress! The other day, when Mom left for work, the garage door must have been open just enough to allow in the bugs. ::Claps Paws::
I was paroling the hallway when I spotted the first one. I was so excited by the site of the large crawler, because I only get the rare opportunity to use my skills. I followed it for a while and then I brought down the hammer and killed him dead. I was preparing for a nap in the bedroom when I saw another one - naturally I hunted and killed it too.
I was just waking up from my nap and there was another one in the hallway. What the fluff? So I whapped it with the Paw of Doom.
I needed a snack by now so I headed out to the kitchen (Oh you didn't think I was gonna eat em did you? Um no - they give me indigestion). Anyway in the kitchen - there was another one! Whap - deaded.
When Mom came home and saw all my hard work she freaked out, and then she thanked me, as she gathered the carcasses. I assured her I got them all - I think. I'm sure I'll get them all - eventually. Mom? Stop shuddering. Oh no, don't call the bug guy - I'm pesticide free.
2.27.2012
Me on Monday
Hi friends! I just wanted to let you all know how I am doing.
I'm doing really well. I'm keeping my parents guessing as to what food I will eat day to day. I act like I totally love a can, and then as soon as they race out to buy more of it I turn up my nose to it. Honestly, I slay myself.
Mom started her new job today, so I have to deal with a complete pudding-head. You know when a human begins anything new they are practically useless in almost every other regard. Luckily her petting arm is still working right.
Oh yeah, this is pretty funny too - I LOVE to nap right between Mom's knees. It's just out of reach of those prying mitts but I still get to enjoy her thermo powers.
Yep, despite the general slow-down, I have things pretty well in paw here.
I'm doing really well. I'm keeping my parents guessing as to what food I will eat day to day. I act like I totally love a can, and then as soon as they race out to buy more of it I turn up my nose to it. Honestly, I slay myself.
Mom started her new job today, so I have to deal with a complete pudding-head. You know when a human begins anything new they are practically useless in almost every other regard. Luckily her petting arm is still working right.
Oh yeah, this is pretty funny too - I LOVE to nap right between Mom's knees. It's just out of reach of those prying mitts but I still get to enjoy her thermo powers.
Yep, despite the general slow-down, I have things pretty well in paw here.
2.25.2012
Out Of Darness - Repost
Fade In
Exterior dusk on the covered porch of a suburban home. Our heroine Fin is enjoying the sunset from one of the large flagstones that surround the porch. Mom is seated on the patio chair with a camera in her hand, as she calls out to Fin.
"Fin! Fiiiiinnnnyyy! Look this way, the light is perfect."
Fin rolls on her side to hide her face from the prying eyes of the Pawparazzi. We hear the sounds of nature as Fin tunes out all the distractions. Mom hears a phone ringing inside the house, as sweet Fin lounges peacefully.
"Come on Fin, let's go. I gotta get the phone. (No response from Fin) Fin! Whatever... come in when you're done."
On a split screen we see Mom chat on the phone, and sweet Fin enjoy the last moments of sunlight. Mom, distracted by the call and assuming Fin has come into the house, shuts the door. In the gathering dark, a cold breeze ruffles Fin's fur. She scoots to the door only to see it's been shut.
Fin (in an escalating tone): Mew! Meow! Meeee-ooooow!!
Mom is oblivious, even after she ends the call, and hears nothing. Dad arrives home and further distracts her. Fin runs from window to window as she meows mightily, but to no avail. Fin huddles in a ball with only her floof to keep her warm.
Close up to show the twinkle in the brave grannycat's eye. She carefully makes her way across the rocky terrain on the side of the house. A cold wind whips around Fin, as she lowers her graceful head and carries on. She hesitates at the front yard, as we see the huge distance she still has to cross. The door is foreboding, and there's no guarantee she'll be successful, if she's even able to reach it. She hesitates, and suddenly we hear a dog barking close by.She must carry on.
Fin moves swiftly across the desert tundra. She reaches the front door, and stands up on her back paws as she begins to paw the door with her front paws.
"MEOW! MEOW!"
Cut to the inside as her family watches TV. Mom tilts her head, and lowers the sound.
"Do you hear something? Sounds like Fin..."
Cut back to Fin as she redoubles her efforts. She's so focused that she doesn't see the Evil Pomeranian walking along the sidewalk... but the Evil Pomeranian sees Fin. It heads up the yard towards our heroine. The Evil Pomeranian begins to growl softly and sweet Fin is frozen in her tracks. Fin's tail puffs as she whips around to face the danger. Just when it looks like all is lost, Mom throws open the door and scoops Fin into her arms.
"Poor Finny!! Will you forgive me? You're so smart and so brave to come to the front!!"
Fin is rewarded with snuggles as she turns to look out into the dark. She shivers at what could have happened.
Somewhere in the dark the Evil Pomerarnian growls.
Fade Out
Exterior dusk on the covered porch of a suburban home. Our heroine Fin is enjoying the sunset from one of the large flagstones that surround the porch. Mom is seated on the patio chair with a camera in her hand, as she calls out to Fin.
"Fin! Fiiiiinnnnyyy! Look this way, the light is perfect."
Fin rolls on her side to hide her face from the prying eyes of the Pawparazzi. We hear the sounds of nature as Fin tunes out all the distractions. Mom hears a phone ringing inside the house, as sweet Fin lounges peacefully.
"Come on Fin, let's go. I gotta get the phone. (No response from Fin) Fin! Whatever... come in when you're done."
On a split screen we see Mom chat on the phone, and sweet Fin enjoy the last moments of sunlight. Mom, distracted by the call and assuming Fin has come into the house, shuts the door. In the gathering dark, a cold breeze ruffles Fin's fur. She scoots to the door only to see it's been shut.
Fin (in an escalating tone): Mew! Meow! Meeee-ooooow!!
Mom is oblivious, even after she ends the call, and hears nothing. Dad arrives home and further distracts her. Fin runs from window to window as she meows mightily, but to no avail. Fin huddles in a ball with only her floof to keep her warm.
Close up to show the twinkle in the brave grannycat's eye. She carefully makes her way across the rocky terrain on the side of the house. A cold wind whips around Fin, as she lowers her graceful head and carries on. She hesitates at the front yard, as we see the huge distance she still has to cross. The door is foreboding, and there's no guarantee she'll be successful, if she's even able to reach it. She hesitates, and suddenly we hear a dog barking close by.She must carry on.
Fin moves swiftly across the desert tundra. She reaches the front door, and stands up on her back paws as she begins to paw the door with her front paws.
"MEOW! MEOW!"
Cut to the inside as her family watches TV. Mom tilts her head, and lowers the sound.
"Do you hear something? Sounds like Fin..."
Cut back to Fin as she redoubles her efforts. She's so focused that she doesn't see the Evil Pomeranian walking along the sidewalk... but the Evil Pomeranian sees Fin. It heads up the yard towards our heroine. The Evil Pomeranian begins to growl softly and sweet Fin is frozen in her tracks. Fin's tail puffs as she whips around to face the danger. Just when it looks like all is lost, Mom throws open the door and scoops Fin into her arms.
"Poor Finny!! Will you forgive me? You're so smart and so brave to come to the front!!"
Fin is rewarded with snuggles as she turns to look out into the dark. She shivers at what could have happened.
Somewhere in the dark the Evil Pomerarnian growls.
Fade Out
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