Sunday, August 31, 2008

Prisoner of War II

Diary: I've been in prison now for more than a week. The days drag on and the pressure in unrelenting. I've been tortured with needles. And I'm fed only kibbles and water.

I've been interrogated about my campaign strategies. But I have held strong. I still have no clue if I'm being held by the McCain or the Obama camp. But whoever it is, they are afraid of the strength of my grassroots popularity.

My ManCat, SlyCat, who is also my running mate, is mounting a S.A.R. team. So far I see no evidence. But that may be good....perhaps the enemy sees no evidence either.

I have made friends with one of the prison guards, Lindsay. I traded a little nip to her in exchange for contact with the outside world. She took this photo of me in my cell:



I'm at the Cabrillo Cat Concentration Camp (their sign says: Cabrillo Pet Hospital in Point Loma on Voltaire) But it's not a hospital! Please help!!!!!

Skittles, The Huntress

Friday, August 22, 2008

Prisoner of War

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been captured!

The war with the Pet Human has escalated into new and vicious territory. I was wandering through my empty house, when my pet human called me over this morning. She said she had a new present for me.

It was bigger than me, and looked like a horse. I couldn't tell, but it seemed to be made of wooden sticks, like popsicle sticks. And it was on wheels. I tapped it, and it sounded sort of hollow.

"It's a new toy, Skittles" the pet human said.

I was sniffing it, trying to get a better idea of what it was, when all of a sudden...........

A door burst open on the side of the horse, and the pet human grabbed me, then shoved me in. It wasn't a toy horse at all.....IT WAS THE PRISON BOX ALL DISGUISED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My pet started laughing weirdly........snarfing and rolling on the floor. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha HAR!!!! You fell for the oldest trick in the book, the Trojan Horse, Skittles. You're my captive now"

HELP!! I'm a prisoner of war! I'm being dragged off to the Cabrillo Cat Concentration Camp. I've been put in a prison cell. There are other cats here too, obviously also prisoners of war. It was dark and dank as I was carried in to the back room. I went past the dog prisoners in their cells. They were barking and barking and barking and crying for help. I've already heard there is a man in a white coat with needles to torture us. Maybe there are gas chambers!

Help!!!! Rescue me and the other prisoners.

SEND IN THE NAVY SEALS!

SEND IN SPECIAL OPS!

SEND IN ASSASSINS !

SEND LAWYERS, GUNS AND MONEY!

SEND IN WARREN ZEVON!


They are coming for me. According to the Geneva Convention I only have to give name, rank and serial number.

The interrogators are here.

Name: Skittles, The Huntress
Rank: Presidential Candidate
Serial Number: XXX-XX-5902

Name: Skittles, The Huntress
Rank: Presidential Candidate
Serial Number: XXX-XX-5902

Name: Skittles, The Huntress
Rank: Presidential Candidate
Serial Number: XXX-XX-5902

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Fearful Friday

Something really bad is happening here. I'm getting extremely worried and nervous. At first I thought my pet human was escalating the war and retaliating by removing all my furniture from my bedroom.

But today two guys showed up and started moving other furniture.

I got really afraid, because I hate to move, and these guys looked like movers. But they put all the stuff in the family room and the spare bedroom. It's piled high!
My living room is totally empty! I was so beautiful sitting on this mantle.
Some of my furniture is outside on the front porch
And some of it is on the back porch, including the refrigerator! My pet humans plugged it in, and were getting their food from the back porch.
Has anyone seen humans behave like this before??? Maybe they got some bad catnip???
I'm very, very worried! I don't know what to do! I need advice.

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Monday, August 18, 2008

LOLTabby Tuesday



Recaptions are welcome in the comments box!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Mystery Monday

SCROLL DOWN FOR CARNIVAL OF THE CATS.

I'm getting a little nervous.

Lately I have been hanging out in the living room, instead of my bedroom.
I especially like to hang out on the mantle above the fireplace. The pet human could get rid of the candles and just have me up here for decor!
But today, suddenly WW, Julie and Bob started rushing around, doing this, doing that. They kept going into my bedroom. At first I stayed out of their way.

But then, I just had to know what was going on.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!! Where is all my furniture???? My room is empty! There's just some stuff in the corner.
A backpack and camping gear.
And my SlyBear (named after my ManCat, Sly) Where are my other toys?
I'm VERY worried. WW has a sneaky look on her face. She is NOT to be trusted. I think maybe the war is escalating. Maybe this will be World War III.

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Carnival of the Cats

CARNIVAL OF THE CATS

Good morning! I am hosting Carnival of the Cats for this week. As you may know, I am forced to share my blog with my pet human. (good grief, she getting pretty pushy! She insists on posting this as a header.

Psalm 121

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.


OK. On to (the important stuff) cat news:

The LOLCat craze continues. See Maus, from Composite Drawlings, in her inaugural LOL Pics!!! LOL!!

Be sure to check out IMEOWZ for a spectacular Tummy Tuesday.

Mind of Mog demonstrates an excellent Wordless Wednesday.

Sienna, a stunning Siamese, (of course every Siamese believes she/he is stunning!) waxes profoundly about the the superiority of cats over dogs at Cats Rule, Dogs Drool.

I think most of us will find the "Strange Cat" at Spiritual Astrology is not so strange at all.

Over at Catymology, Aloysius takes his own type of vacation while the humans are gone.

Check out the gorgeous and regal Salome at Kashim and Othello. (Of course I'm particular to beautiful tabbies!)

And at A Byootiful Life, just WHAT did Puddy do while the humans were in Thailand???

OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Breakfast looks VERY tasty at Nanashi Inc. There's hopping and flapping going on!

At Your Moosey Fate, it's: CLOSE PROXIMITY WARNING. nuf said.

Over at Texas Oasis, Henry stays close to home, but up to date on world issues.

There's a sheriff in town over at Catsnmom, and some cats are on the wanted list !!! (I'm shocked!) Are they criminals?????????

Samantha and Tigger are having an Easy Like Sunday Morning over at Life From A Cat's Perspective.

Ivy and Maddie at StrangeRanger have positive self images.

Ana, a beautiful tortie in Spain, plans out a peaceful and productive Sunday, at El Diaro de Ana.

Whoa Nelly! It's High Noon at Blog d'Elisson. Hakuna has a showdown with Neighbor, the inky interloper

AND FINALLY:

One of our ginger furriends went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday at noon. Please stop by Watermark, and leave your condolences for SB.

Dear Spike,

I will see you someday at the Rainbow Bridge. And we will all be happy together.

This concludes our edition of the Carnival of the Cats.

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

War on Wednesday

FROM THE PET HUMAN......IT'S MY TURN IN THE WAR.

Last week, my lovely and sweet tabby lobbed a bomb into the middle of the battlefield of our ongoing war. (click on this if you missed that episode)

Guess where I found the beetle? Not in my shoe, or my pocket, or my bed. I found it in the toilet. Sorry I didn't get a photo, but I was so shocked I flushed the toilet as fast as I could without thinking.

So, retaliation is my goal. I was thinking, this all started when I posted photos of Skittles getting amorous with a stuffed golden retriever. And I've posted photos of her and her teddy bear.

But a dog and a teddy are just soooooooo normal. What if it were exotic? Would she go for it? Could I lure her into a false sense of privacy and get some really great paparazzi photos?

But where would I find exotic stuffed animals? I KNOW!!!!! I live in San Diego! I'm going to go to the World Famous San Diego Zoo! I'll bet they have some really great toys.
Let's go into the fabulous gift shop (that is not a photo of me)


Look at all the Panda Bears! But that's too normal too.
Wow! What an incredible assortment of really weird animals. I've narrowed down the choices, and I need everyone's help in deciding which stuffed animal to buy. Then I will set it out and wait.....I'm betting it won't take Skittles very long to "fall in love!"

Here are the choices:

Hippo
Yak
Woolly Mammoth
Gemsbok
Sloth
Elephant
Giraffe
Which stuffed animal would you like to see Skittles with????? (Vote in the poll at the top of the sidebar)

Luv,
WW

Monday, August 11, 2008

LOLTabby-Tuesday

My newest LOL picture, on the side deck by the container garden.



Recaptions are welcome in the comments box!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Hello!

This was a beautiful summer weekend in Point Loma. My pet humans started talking about firing up the bar-b-que, and I went to work immediately.

Snoopervising the grill:

My Official Assessment: My pet humans need to clean the bar-b-que cover more frequently. Totally gross with all the dirt. The bar-b-que cover is soooooooo dirty, I want to wash myself!
Then I inspected the roof of the awning (?) patio(?) portico (?)

dang it.......the just just the whatever.......

What is Bob doing???? Akshually I have three pet humans. WW is a pain in the you know what. Then there's Bob and Julie.

For some reason Bob wants to irritate me here in this photo. Srsly! I have an important job to do. (I ignored him)

Good, go away.
Why don't they believe that I am a professional cat? I have a serious job. I need to inspect and snoopervise. Otherwise, who knows what vermin would lurk in the house?

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Friday, August 08, 2008

Sleepy Saturday and Flower Friday (late edition)

Well, it's sleepy Saturday, and I think it will be sleepy Sunday tomorrow too.

I don't think I've ever mentioned this, but I have a particular habit, which drives my pet human nuts. Every couple of weeks, I pick a new perch. Then I sleep in that one spot every day, until the spot is very dirty and covered with fur. I especially like fabrics that are white, like the white bedspread, the white cushion covers, etc.

My pet starts in with this horrible screeching noise about how if she knew in advance where my new perch would be, she would cover it with a towel.

But this time, my perch isn't too controversial. It's a nice hiding place in the closet of my bedroom. (yes, I have my very own bedroom!)

It's a Milton's Cracker Box from the grocery store. It's a nice perch, and the pet keeps a saddle in the closet (?????????) so it smells like leather and horsey. Very pleasant.
I missed Flower Friday. But here's my contribution anyway. This year I went crazy for coleus. I don't know why or how or what actually happened. I think the nice guys at Walter Anderson Nursery (family owned since 1928) did a lot of sweet talking to my pet, cuz she brought home many varieties.

Here they are...............



This one is called Dark Star. I like purple!
So there's the news from my garden. I think I'll rest in the shade under the cherry tomato plant.


Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Thursday, August 07, 2008

The Masterpiece

pure fiction

The Masterpiece

On a pristine Sunday afternoon, my wife and I stood at the corner of Girard Avenue and Prospect Street, facing that common dilemma between two people out together with no plans. We each desired to go a different way. We had just finished eating brunch in La Jolla, a coastal town overlooking the Pacific Ocean north of San Diego, and our home for more than 30 years. I wanted to go down the hill to La Jolla Cove to watch the swimmers, scuba divers, snorklers, kayakers, all the human life that swarms to the ocean on a balmy day. The advancing arthritis in my knee and hip joints had prevented me from taking my weekly swim out to the ½ mile buoy and back. Gradually I had become outwardly content to sit on the bench and watch the ocean waves breaking over the rocks. Underneath the waves, the water teemed with stingrays, garibaldi, kelp, and tiger sharks. Life above the water joined in, and the water became one world.

However, the car was parked at the upper end of Girard, and my wife insisted that we shop while making our way back. “I would like to see the ocean,” I insisted. “Honestly!” she said with a certainty that she would get her way. “We have lived here for 30 years. We see the ocean everyday.”

She began strolling down the avenue, window-shopping along the way. She slowed a bit, aware that I hadn’t joined her yet. I glanced westward to the ocean, only a block away. Then I relented, caught up to my wife, and escorted her while she shopped. She stopped at Armani, Escada, and Polo, among other places typical for La Jolla. Occasionally we encountered friends also out on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

At the upper end of Girard Ave. we went into the second hand shop run by the local charity. Over the years we had donated many discarded items to this shop and Mary knew the manager there well. The two women fell quickly into a tireless conversation.

I ambled through the store somewhat patiently, and made my way towards the back where a large sideboard stood in a dark corner. In the dim light, I noticed what appeared to be a carved frame slightly behind it. I pulled the frame out and discovered a painting covered with years of grime and dust.

The painting surprised me. Despite the obvious quality,it appeared to be unsigned. The artist had depicted an exquisite ocean vista with the water glistening in the sun. The waves crashed into huge bluffs lining the north end of a white sand beach as a storm approached from the horizon. The brush technique seemed skillful, and yet the pigments were raw and unblended. The cadmium green was distinct from the prussian blue, as was the verdigris from the ultramarine. Despite the purity of the pigments and the clean lines between them, or perhaps because of it, I could feel the movement of the water and the sea foam undulating over the waves. The years of dust and neglect had not dulled the details and raw colors. The glowing, numinous nature shone through the dirty glaze.

In a flash I was back on the shores of my childhood where I had grown up, where as a youth I had gone clamming, and played in the tidewaters, catching urchins, mussels and sometimes lobsters. Suddenly I could smell and taste the salt water of the Atlantic and hear the rushing sound of waves again. The sand between my toes irritated me, and the undercurrent pulled against my legs relentlessly.

As I stood there reminiscing and reliving the sights and sounds and smells of my youth, I was struck by the vividness of those memories. Despite the decades, which had elapsed, those memories seemed more real than my weekly experience visiting the Cove. The Cove lured me to its shoreline, but still it could not impress upon my senses the same pleasure and intensity as had the shorelines of my youth. As I studied the painting, it occurred to me that when I was a boy, the salt in the ocean seemed saltier, the blueness of the water seemed bluer, and the sound of waves crashing against the shoreline was as thunder echoing through deep chasms. Just as an old Polaroid yellows with time, my mind’s pictures had yellowed. But the joy I sensed in nature had yellowed more so. I longed for those feelings again, and I became determined to restore the painting to its original glory and hang it over my fireplace.

An old tag on the corner of the frame said the price was $125.00. I felt certain the painting was worth far more, and that I had discovered a masterpiece nonchalantly relegated to a dusty corner of a thrift store, its true worth buried for years.

I carried it to the front counter where Mary and the shopkeeper were still talking.

“You want that?” Mary said.

“Yes!” I said. “Look how beautifully the waves move and how the sun shines through the water showing the transparency. It almost looks like the Cove, don’t you think? I will have it professionally reframed and hang it over the fireplace. Look at the quality. It must be a masterpiece of some sort, worth thousands of dollars,” I said confidently.

“We’ve been shopping and I have only $50.00 cash left. Will you take that?” I asked the manager.

We all had a laugh, and the shopkeeper agreed to the price. I carried my newly acquired masterpiece out to the car, overjoyed with the find. As I lifted the painting into the trunk, I noticed a signature on the backside of the canvas. I had not considered looking at the back for a clue to the artist. It read: “Arthur Dobson, age 13.”

A 13 year old boy had painted this masterpiece? For a moment I felt duped, even though I had paid only a nominal amount for it.But then I understood. The 13 year old Arthur Dobson had communicated directly with the 13 year old boy still inside of me. Instead of disappointing me, this revelation endeared the painting to me and made its restoration that much more important.

On the drive home, my plans for it changed. I would do the work myself to reframe and restore it.I wanted to personally wipe away the greyness from the raw, unblended pigments masterfully applied to this canvas.


. . . . . .



At our annual holiday party, the painting became the subject of conversation between some of my colleagues.

“It doesn’t appear to be signed,” Phil said. “ It looks to me to be of the Luminous School. What do you think, Douglas?”

“Perhaps it’s out of the Hudson River School; it’s an excellent example of Romantic Realism. I would say Bierstadt or Marple. Margaret and I have a landscape by Fredrick Church hanging in our living room. Had to have it insured for $1,000,000. Sorenson, have you had it authenticated yet? How much did you pay for it?”

I ignored the crassness of the questions, and the blatant lie Douglas had just told. No way does he own an authentic Frederick Church.

“It’s sort of embarrassing, and I really didn’t want to talk about it,” I said modestly. “The previous owner didn’t know what he had on his hands, and I don’t want him to find out. I am having it authenticated, but you see, I really got a steal. I only paid $7500.00 for it.”

. . . . . .


Mary does not approve of the little joke I played on the society set in La Jolla. Whether I paid $50.00, $7,500, or $750,000 for my masterpiece, what does it matter? The days are approaching when I may not be able to walk to the Cove to feel the mist rising in the air, to hear the thunder of the crashing waves, or to see the teeming life splashing around with joy.

Yet, now I understand that the Cove was but a proxy for what I truly missed: the intensity, clarity, and sensuality of my young life. I missed the raw, unblended pigments of the shorelines of my childhood. I missed the singularity of the unintentional purpose of a 13 year old boy. Now when I long for those clear and boundless sensations again, I will not long for a walk at the Cove. I will look to the masterpiece by Arthur Dobson, age 13, which hangs above my fireplace.

(thanks to Neal A. Kline)

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

War on Wednesday

Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Funny that my pet human would mention the "golden dog of love" incident to me recently (this time as an excuse not to participate in NOMSS day)

It seems to me that I declared war on her for posting those photos. Of course, she started it by declaring war on me for putting a lizard in her shoe.

But it occurred to me last night......although all has been quiet on western front for several months, neither one of us has surrendered. And certainly no truce has ever been declared. That means only one thing:

THE WAR IS STILL ON!!!!!

How absolutely fabulous, because at this time of the year, I have these really ugly beetles that show up in my garden.
I brought one in tonight, and I'm keeping it safe in the bathroom where my food is.

That's right, Mr. Beetle, go hide in the corner. I'll be back around 2:00 a.m., and you shall discover your ultimate purpose in life!
Should I put the beetle in my pet human's shoe or maybe the pocket of her suit jacket????

Aaahhhhh! Revenge is soooooo sweet!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Monday, August 04, 2008

LOLTabby-Tuesday

Recaptions are welcome in the comments box!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

p.s. ROFL MAO= Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off

p.p.s. my pet human refused to let me participate in NOMSS day. She said something about the embarrassment of the "golden dog of love" incident (click here for the story) Sorry!

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Yoga Class!!!

Welcome to yoga class!


Today let's start by allowing all of our senses to become in tune with our inner light......

I have prepared a special place for class today.
We will have peaceful candlelight to contemplate.....

















Lotus candles.....symbol of regeneration. One often sees the lotus as the throne upon which the Buddha sits. Thus the Buddha is the symbol of the awakened Mind, which is self-existent, independent, and self-regenerating.


Incense or aromatherapy, which ever way you wish to call it. My pet's favorite is lavender.

But today I have a blend of frankincense and myrrh for a soothing, mellow atmosphere









Now everybody, take a deep breath, exhale and follow along.

Lovely! I'm so relaxed now, and peaceful. I feel at one with the energy of the cat blogosphere.

Usually I like to party after yoga class, but today let's snack on some goodies that will help us continue the peaceful feelings throughout the week.





Tea











Smoked salmon with cream cheese on crackers and topped with chopped chives







The ultimate ham sandwich for Miles (yah! that should keep Miles calm for a week!)

I think we all can have a bite of this ham sandwich.....there's plenty for everyone, Billy too!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress





Saturday, August 02, 2008

On The Way to Anza Borrego

Skittles, The Huntress will be back on Monday with Yoga Class.

These photos were taken in Nov. of 06 in Anza Borrego Park in California. Hard to believe it's a desert, except for the last photo.


This photo was taken on the Wonderstone Trail in Anza Borrego. Wonderstone is a fabulous pink to deep crimson color, and it shards just as obsidian does. Native Indians in the area used wonderstone to make sharp instruments, including arrowheads.

I came across this rusted out VW Vanogan next to a smoke tree.

The title of the photo: Epitaph to a Vanogan
WW

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Prisoner of War II

Diary: I've been in prison now for more than a week. The days drag on and the pressure in unrelenting. I've been tortured with needles. And I'm fed only kibbles and water.

I've been interrogated about my campaign strategies. But I have held strong. I still have no clue if I'm being held by the McCain or the Obama camp. But whoever it is, they are afraid of the strength of my grassroots popularity.

My ManCat, SlyCat, who is also my running mate, is mounting a S.A.R. team. So far I see no evidence. But that may be good....perhaps the enemy sees no evidence either.

I have made friends with one of the prison guards, Lindsay. I traded a little nip to her in exchange for contact with the outside world. She took this photo of me in my cell:



I'm at the Cabrillo Cat Concentration Camp (their sign says: Cabrillo Pet Hospital in Point Loma on Voltaire) But it's not a hospital! Please help!!!!!

Skittles, The Huntress

Friday, August 22, 2008

Prisoner of War

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been captured!

The war with the Pet Human has escalated into new and vicious territory. I was wandering through my empty house, when my pet human called me over this morning. She said she had a new present for me.

It was bigger than me, and looked like a horse. I couldn't tell, but it seemed to be made of wooden sticks, like popsicle sticks. And it was on wheels. I tapped it, and it sounded sort of hollow.

"It's a new toy, Skittles" the pet human said.

I was sniffing it, trying to get a better idea of what it was, when all of a sudden...........

A door burst open on the side of the horse, and the pet human grabbed me, then shoved me in. It wasn't a toy horse at all.....IT WAS THE PRISON BOX ALL DISGUISED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My pet started laughing weirdly........snarfing and rolling on the floor. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahha HAR!!!! You fell for the oldest trick in the book, the Trojan Horse, Skittles. You're my captive now"

HELP!! I'm a prisoner of war! I'm being dragged off to the Cabrillo Cat Concentration Camp. I've been put in a prison cell. There are other cats here too, obviously also prisoners of war. It was dark and dank as I was carried in to the back room. I went past the dog prisoners in their cells. They were barking and barking and barking and crying for help. I've already heard there is a man in a white coat with needles to torture us. Maybe there are gas chambers!

Help!!!! Rescue me and the other prisoners.

SEND IN THE NAVY SEALS!

SEND IN SPECIAL OPS!

SEND IN ASSASSINS !

SEND LAWYERS, GUNS AND MONEY!

SEND IN WARREN ZEVON!


They are coming for me. According to the Geneva Convention I only have to give name, rank and serial number.

The interrogators are here.

Name: Skittles, The Huntress
Rank: Presidential Candidate
Serial Number: XXX-XX-5902

Name: Skittles, The Huntress
Rank: Presidential Candidate
Serial Number: XXX-XX-5902

Name: Skittles, The Huntress
Rank: Presidential Candidate
Serial Number: XXX-XX-5902

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Fearful Friday

Something really bad is happening here. I'm getting extremely worried and nervous. At first I thought my pet human was escalating the war and retaliating by removing all my furniture from my bedroom.

But today two guys showed up and started moving other furniture.

I got really afraid, because I hate to move, and these guys looked like movers. But they put all the stuff in the family room and the spare bedroom. It's piled high!
My living room is totally empty! I was so beautiful sitting on this mantle.
Some of my furniture is outside on the front porch
And some of it is on the back porch, including the refrigerator! My pet humans plugged it in, and were getting their food from the back porch.
Has anyone seen humans behave like this before??? Maybe they got some bad catnip???
I'm very, very worried! I don't know what to do! I need advice.

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Monday, August 18, 2008

LOLTabby Tuesday



Recaptions are welcome in the comments box!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Mystery Monday

SCROLL DOWN FOR CARNIVAL OF THE CATS.

I'm getting a little nervous.

Lately I have been hanging out in the living room, instead of my bedroom.
I especially like to hang out on the mantle above the fireplace. The pet human could get rid of the candles and just have me up here for decor!
But today, suddenly WW, Julie and Bob started rushing around, doing this, doing that. They kept going into my bedroom. At first I stayed out of their way.

But then, I just had to know what was going on.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!! Where is all my furniture???? My room is empty! There's just some stuff in the corner.
A backpack and camping gear.
And my SlyBear (named after my ManCat, Sly) Where are my other toys?
I'm VERY worried. WW has a sneaky look on her face. She is NOT to be trusted. I think maybe the war is escalating. Maybe this will be World War III.

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Carnival of the Cats

CARNIVAL OF THE CATS

Good morning! I am hosting Carnival of the Cats for this week. As you may know, I am forced to share my blog with my pet human. (good grief, she getting pretty pushy! She insists on posting this as a header.

Psalm 121

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is thy keeper: the LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.
The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.


OK. On to (the important stuff) cat news:

The LOLCat craze continues. See Maus, from Composite Drawlings, in her inaugural LOL Pics!!! LOL!!

Be sure to check out IMEOWZ for a spectacular Tummy Tuesday.

Mind of Mog demonstrates an excellent Wordless Wednesday.

Sienna, a stunning Siamese, (of course every Siamese believes she/he is stunning!) waxes profoundly about the the superiority of cats over dogs at Cats Rule, Dogs Drool.

I think most of us will find the "Strange Cat" at Spiritual Astrology is not so strange at all.

Over at Catymology, Aloysius takes his own type of vacation while the humans are gone.

Check out the gorgeous and regal Salome at Kashim and Othello. (Of course I'm particular to beautiful tabbies!)

And at A Byootiful Life, just WHAT did Puddy do while the humans were in Thailand???

OOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Breakfast looks VERY tasty at Nanashi Inc. There's hopping and flapping going on!

At Your Moosey Fate, it's: CLOSE PROXIMITY WARNING. nuf said.

Over at Texas Oasis, Henry stays close to home, but up to date on world issues.

There's a sheriff in town over at Catsnmom, and some cats are on the wanted list !!! (I'm shocked!) Are they criminals?????????

Samantha and Tigger are having an Easy Like Sunday Morning over at Life From A Cat's Perspective.

Ivy and Maddie at StrangeRanger have positive self images.

Ana, a beautiful tortie in Spain, plans out a peaceful and productive Sunday, at El Diaro de Ana.

Whoa Nelly! It's High Noon at Blog d'Elisson. Hakuna has a showdown with Neighbor, the inky interloper

AND FINALLY:

One of our ginger furriends went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday at noon. Please stop by Watermark, and leave your condolences for SB.

Dear Spike,

I will see you someday at the Rainbow Bridge. And we will all be happy together.

This concludes our edition of the Carnival of the Cats.

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

War on Wednesday

FROM THE PET HUMAN......IT'S MY TURN IN THE WAR.

Last week, my lovely and sweet tabby lobbed a bomb into the middle of the battlefield of our ongoing war. (click on this if you missed that episode)

Guess where I found the beetle? Not in my shoe, or my pocket, or my bed. I found it in the toilet. Sorry I didn't get a photo, but I was so shocked I flushed the toilet as fast as I could without thinking.

So, retaliation is my goal. I was thinking, this all started when I posted photos of Skittles getting amorous with a stuffed golden retriever. And I've posted photos of her and her teddy bear.

But a dog and a teddy are just soooooooo normal. What if it were exotic? Would she go for it? Could I lure her into a false sense of privacy and get some really great paparazzi photos?

But where would I find exotic stuffed animals? I KNOW!!!!! I live in San Diego! I'm going to go to the World Famous San Diego Zoo! I'll bet they have some really great toys.
Let's go into the fabulous gift shop (that is not a photo of me)


Look at all the Panda Bears! But that's too normal too.
Wow! What an incredible assortment of really weird animals. I've narrowed down the choices, and I need everyone's help in deciding which stuffed animal to buy. Then I will set it out and wait.....I'm betting it won't take Skittles very long to "fall in love!"

Here are the choices:

Hippo
Yak
Woolly Mammoth
Gemsbok
Sloth
Elephant
Giraffe
Which stuffed animal would you like to see Skittles with????? (Vote in the poll at the top of the sidebar)

Luv,
WW

Monday, August 11, 2008

LOLTabby-Tuesday

My newest LOL picture, on the side deck by the container garden.



Recaptions are welcome in the comments box!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Hello!

This was a beautiful summer weekend in Point Loma. My pet humans started talking about firing up the bar-b-que, and I went to work immediately.

Snoopervising the grill:

My Official Assessment: My pet humans need to clean the bar-b-que cover more frequently. Totally gross with all the dirt. The bar-b-que cover is soooooooo dirty, I want to wash myself!
Then I inspected the roof of the awning (?) patio(?) portico (?)

dang it.......the just just the whatever.......

What is Bob doing???? Akshually I have three pet humans. WW is a pain in the you know what. Then there's Bob and Julie.

For some reason Bob wants to irritate me here in this photo. Srsly! I have an important job to do. (I ignored him)

Good, go away.
Why don't they believe that I am a professional cat? I have a serious job. I need to inspect and snoopervise. Otherwise, who knows what vermin would lurk in the house?

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Friday, August 08, 2008

Sleepy Saturday and Flower Friday (late edition)

Well, it's sleepy Saturday, and I think it will be sleepy Sunday tomorrow too.

I don't think I've ever mentioned this, but I have a particular habit, which drives my pet human nuts. Every couple of weeks, I pick a new perch. Then I sleep in that one spot every day, until the spot is very dirty and covered with fur. I especially like fabrics that are white, like the white bedspread, the white cushion covers, etc.

My pet starts in with this horrible screeching noise about how if she knew in advance where my new perch would be, she would cover it with a towel.

But this time, my perch isn't too controversial. It's a nice hiding place in the closet of my bedroom. (yes, I have my very own bedroom!)

It's a Milton's Cracker Box from the grocery store. It's a nice perch, and the pet keeps a saddle in the closet (?????????) so it smells like leather and horsey. Very pleasant.
I missed Flower Friday. But here's my contribution anyway. This year I went crazy for coleus. I don't know why or how or what actually happened. I think the nice guys at Walter Anderson Nursery (family owned since 1928) did a lot of sweet talking to my pet, cuz she brought home many varieties.

Here they are...............



This one is called Dark Star. I like purple!
So there's the news from my garden. I think I'll rest in the shade under the cherry tomato plant.


Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Thursday, August 07, 2008

The Masterpiece

pure fiction

The Masterpiece

On a pristine Sunday afternoon, my wife and I stood at the corner of Girard Avenue and Prospect Street, facing that common dilemma between two people out together with no plans. We each desired to go a different way. We had just finished eating brunch in La Jolla, a coastal town overlooking the Pacific Ocean north of San Diego, and our home for more than 30 years. I wanted to go down the hill to La Jolla Cove to watch the swimmers, scuba divers, snorklers, kayakers, all the human life that swarms to the ocean on a balmy day. The advancing arthritis in my knee and hip joints had prevented me from taking my weekly swim out to the ½ mile buoy and back. Gradually I had become outwardly content to sit on the bench and watch the ocean waves breaking over the rocks. Underneath the waves, the water teemed with stingrays, garibaldi, kelp, and tiger sharks. Life above the water joined in, and the water became one world.

However, the car was parked at the upper end of Girard, and my wife insisted that we shop while making our way back. “I would like to see the ocean,” I insisted. “Honestly!” she said with a certainty that she would get her way. “We have lived here for 30 years. We see the ocean everyday.”

She began strolling down the avenue, window-shopping along the way. She slowed a bit, aware that I hadn’t joined her yet. I glanced westward to the ocean, only a block away. Then I relented, caught up to my wife, and escorted her while she shopped. She stopped at Armani, Escada, and Polo, among other places typical for La Jolla. Occasionally we encountered friends also out on a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

At the upper end of Girard Ave. we went into the second hand shop run by the local charity. Over the years we had donated many discarded items to this shop and Mary knew the manager there well. The two women fell quickly into a tireless conversation.

I ambled through the store somewhat patiently, and made my way towards the back where a large sideboard stood in a dark corner. In the dim light, I noticed what appeared to be a carved frame slightly behind it. I pulled the frame out and discovered a painting covered with years of grime and dust.

The painting surprised me. Despite the obvious quality,it appeared to be unsigned. The artist had depicted an exquisite ocean vista with the water glistening in the sun. The waves crashed into huge bluffs lining the north end of a white sand beach as a storm approached from the horizon. The brush technique seemed skillful, and yet the pigments were raw and unblended. The cadmium green was distinct from the prussian blue, as was the verdigris from the ultramarine. Despite the purity of the pigments and the clean lines between them, or perhaps because of it, I could feel the movement of the water and the sea foam undulating over the waves. The years of dust and neglect had not dulled the details and raw colors. The glowing, numinous nature shone through the dirty glaze.

In a flash I was back on the shores of my childhood where I had grown up, where as a youth I had gone clamming, and played in the tidewaters, catching urchins, mussels and sometimes lobsters. Suddenly I could smell and taste the salt water of the Atlantic and hear the rushing sound of waves again. The sand between my toes irritated me, and the undercurrent pulled against my legs relentlessly.

As I stood there reminiscing and reliving the sights and sounds and smells of my youth, I was struck by the vividness of those memories. Despite the decades, which had elapsed, those memories seemed more real than my weekly experience visiting the Cove. The Cove lured me to its shoreline, but still it could not impress upon my senses the same pleasure and intensity as had the shorelines of my youth. As I studied the painting, it occurred to me that when I was a boy, the salt in the ocean seemed saltier, the blueness of the water seemed bluer, and the sound of waves crashing against the shoreline was as thunder echoing through deep chasms. Just as an old Polaroid yellows with time, my mind’s pictures had yellowed. But the joy I sensed in nature had yellowed more so. I longed for those feelings again, and I became determined to restore the painting to its original glory and hang it over my fireplace.

An old tag on the corner of the frame said the price was $125.00. I felt certain the painting was worth far more, and that I had discovered a masterpiece nonchalantly relegated to a dusty corner of a thrift store, its true worth buried for years.

I carried it to the front counter where Mary and the shopkeeper were still talking.

“You want that?” Mary said.

“Yes!” I said. “Look how beautifully the waves move and how the sun shines through the water showing the transparency. It almost looks like the Cove, don’t you think? I will have it professionally reframed and hang it over the fireplace. Look at the quality. It must be a masterpiece of some sort, worth thousands of dollars,” I said confidently.

“We’ve been shopping and I have only $50.00 cash left. Will you take that?” I asked the manager.

We all had a laugh, and the shopkeeper agreed to the price. I carried my newly acquired masterpiece out to the car, overjoyed with the find. As I lifted the painting into the trunk, I noticed a signature on the backside of the canvas. I had not considered looking at the back for a clue to the artist. It read: “Arthur Dobson, age 13.”

A 13 year old boy had painted this masterpiece? For a moment I felt duped, even though I had paid only a nominal amount for it.But then I understood. The 13 year old Arthur Dobson had communicated directly with the 13 year old boy still inside of me. Instead of disappointing me, this revelation endeared the painting to me and made its restoration that much more important.

On the drive home, my plans for it changed. I would do the work myself to reframe and restore it.I wanted to personally wipe away the greyness from the raw, unblended pigments masterfully applied to this canvas.


. . . . . .



At our annual holiday party, the painting became the subject of conversation between some of my colleagues.

“It doesn’t appear to be signed,” Phil said. “ It looks to me to be of the Luminous School. What do you think, Douglas?”

“Perhaps it’s out of the Hudson River School; it’s an excellent example of Romantic Realism. I would say Bierstadt or Marple. Margaret and I have a landscape by Fredrick Church hanging in our living room. Had to have it insured for $1,000,000. Sorenson, have you had it authenticated yet? How much did you pay for it?”

I ignored the crassness of the questions, and the blatant lie Douglas had just told. No way does he own an authentic Frederick Church.

“It’s sort of embarrassing, and I really didn’t want to talk about it,” I said modestly. “The previous owner didn’t know what he had on his hands, and I don’t want him to find out. I am having it authenticated, but you see, I really got a steal. I only paid $7500.00 for it.”

. . . . . .


Mary does not approve of the little joke I played on the society set in La Jolla. Whether I paid $50.00, $7,500, or $750,000 for my masterpiece, what does it matter? The days are approaching when I may not be able to walk to the Cove to feel the mist rising in the air, to hear the thunder of the crashing waves, or to see the teeming life splashing around with joy.

Yet, now I understand that the Cove was but a proxy for what I truly missed: the intensity, clarity, and sensuality of my young life. I missed the raw, unblended pigments of the shorelines of my childhood. I missed the singularity of the unintentional purpose of a 13 year old boy. Now when I long for those clear and boundless sensations again, I will not long for a walk at the Cove. I will look to the masterpiece by Arthur Dobson, age 13, which hangs above my fireplace.

(thanks to Neal A. Kline)

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

War on Wednesday

Hmmmmmmmmmmm. Funny that my pet human would mention the "golden dog of love" incident to me recently (this time as an excuse not to participate in NOMSS day)

It seems to me that I declared war on her for posting those photos. Of course, she started it by declaring war on me for putting a lizard in her shoe.

But it occurred to me last night......although all has been quiet on western front for several months, neither one of us has surrendered. And certainly no truce has ever been declared. That means only one thing:

THE WAR IS STILL ON!!!!!

How absolutely fabulous, because at this time of the year, I have these really ugly beetles that show up in my garden.
I brought one in tonight, and I'm keeping it safe in the bathroom where my food is.

That's right, Mr. Beetle, go hide in the corner. I'll be back around 2:00 a.m., and you shall discover your ultimate purpose in life!
Should I put the beetle in my pet human's shoe or maybe the pocket of her suit jacket????

Aaahhhhh! Revenge is soooooo sweet!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

Monday, August 04, 2008

LOLTabby-Tuesday

Recaptions are welcome in the comments box!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress

p.s. ROFL MAO= Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off

p.p.s. my pet human refused to let me participate in NOMSS day. She said something about the embarrassment of the "golden dog of love" incident (click here for the story) Sorry!

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Yoga Class!!!

Welcome to yoga class!


Today let's start by allowing all of our senses to become in tune with our inner light......

I have prepared a special place for class today.
We will have peaceful candlelight to contemplate.....

















Lotus candles.....symbol of regeneration. One often sees the lotus as the throne upon which the Buddha sits. Thus the Buddha is the symbol of the awakened Mind, which is self-existent, independent, and self-regenerating.


Incense or aromatherapy, which ever way you wish to call it. My pet's favorite is lavender.

But today I have a blend of frankincense and myrrh for a soothing, mellow atmosphere









Now everybody, take a deep breath, exhale and follow along.

Lovely! I'm so relaxed now, and peaceful. I feel at one with the energy of the cat blogosphere.

Usually I like to party after yoga class, but today let's snack on some goodies that will help us continue the peaceful feelings throughout the week.





Tea











Smoked salmon with cream cheese on crackers and topped with chopped chives







The ultimate ham sandwich for Miles (yah! that should keep Miles calm for a week!)

I think we all can have a bite of this ham sandwich.....there's plenty for everyone, Billy too!

Luv,
Skittles, The Huntress





Saturday, August 02, 2008

On The Way to Anza Borrego

Skittles, The Huntress will be back on Monday with Yoga Class.

These photos were taken in Nov. of 06 in Anza Borrego Park in California. Hard to believe it's a desert, except for the last photo.


This photo was taken on the Wonderstone Trail in Anza Borrego. Wonderstone is a fabulous pink to deep crimson color, and it shards just as obsidian does. Native Indians in the area used wonderstone to make sharp instruments, including arrowheads.

I came across this rusted out VW Vanogan next to a smoke tree.

The title of the photo: Epitaph to a Vanogan
WW