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Pictures from the past two weeks

May 24, 2012

Flowers are popping out all over our development. Most of theĀ rhododendronsĀ are a fuscia pink but then you come around the corner and one bush has the most delicate pink flowers. I love this color!

A few weeks ago, we noticed that a morning dove had made a nest in the bushes outside our kitchen window. She placed the nest very well because there were days you couldn’t really tell if she was in it or not. Then, the other day, Helen said she was pretty sure the babies had hatched.

You can only see one here with the mom but there were two little chicks in the nest. However, they didn’t stay long. This morning, they were gone. I’m so glad I got a picture before they left.

While she was sitting on the eggs, another baby bird fell out of a nest close by. We left him alone knowing that his mom wouldn’t help him if we touched him, but he didn’t make it through the night. I wonder if the morning dove was tempted to go help him, but couldn’t leave her nest? Do birds feel the need to come to someone’s aid like humans do?

Dru doesn’t go into the full corgi position very often which is too bad because I love it when she lies this way. She brought me her buddah ball and wanted me to throw it for her. The fact that I had just gotten out of the shower was of little consequence to her. I was present and should therefore be playing with her!

Picture compliments of my sister-in-law

And then everything stops while I admire the rolls on my nephew’s legs! And the smile.

These are the nursemaids who sat vigil over the baby birds. That’s Tabitha on the left and Dudley on the right and the bush below is where the nest was. It reminds me very much of another older cat taking the baby under his wing, only we won’t go there because I’m at work and I can’t cry here.

I am repurposing my mouse candle holder as a staff for making bracelets that I’ve volunteered to make for Red Bank’s Girls Night Out event. A mother came into the store and was showing it to her daughter calling him the mouse king from the Nutcracker. I never thought of him coming from the Nutcracker. To me, he’s the crown prince from a far off land, not necessarily attached to any one piece of literature. My imagination is a bit more active than many other people’s.


HOUSE RULES – Brought to you by Monday Mission, and the letter C

May 19, 2008
The house rules for the Riverside Cafe are as follows, and should be adhered to by inside and outside denizens …

1. If you are eating at this establishment, you need to start contributing. No more free rides (you hear me sparrows???) Payment may be made in the form of entertainment or, dare I mention it, a monetary donation. Songs work well. Views of ducklings would go far in depleting your tab ducks, so you might want to get busy. Squirrels – What can I say? You’ve got a long way to go!

2. Everyone, and I mean everyone (cats), cleans up after themselves. No more of this casually leaving clumps of fur that then multiply into dust bunnies where ever the mood strikes! You’ve got tails! Start using them! And Andrew, seeing a large pile of fur does not mean you can jump on it, especially since it usually is attached to poor George.

3. All visitors are welcome, whether they have two legs or four. Which means, when the gents arrive, you are to treat them kindly, not throw a hissy fit and go stamping upstairs, or sit on the counter and just stare at them until they feel so uncomfortable, they have to leave.

4. You are our last line of defense, so I would appreciate you getting yourselves into shape for the summer. Up til now, I feel your work has been adequate. When it comes to the bug or mouse variety, it has been exemplary, since we have seen nary a one of either species for quite some time. And considering our location (and our housekeeping skills), that’s saying a lot. However, I would really love it if I didn’t have to find leftover legs twitching on the floor. As mentioned in #2, clean up after yourselves. Men, there is a slight problem of our safety when the doorbell rings. That is NOT your signal to run upstairs and hide a) in the bathtub or b) under the covers of the closest bed. Learn from your female counterpart … Stand up – be brave and you will be rewarded since, those highly infrequent times it does ring, it usually heralds the arrival of good food.

5. Everyone is allowed their own possessions. This whole What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine too attitude does not sit well with me.

6. The big chair is mine. You are free to sit in it while I’m at work, keeping it warm for me. But when it’s time for me to relax, the chair is MINE! I don’t want to hear any more lip about it. Besides, you know the minute I sit down, there’s a lap ready and waiting for the closest one.

7. And finally,

… what? It’s time to eat again? So I’m supposed to stop what I’m doing and feed you? Well, if you’re going to put it that way ….

This week’s Monday Mission was to write your blog as a set of rules. Head on over to Painted Maypole and see who else is playing (and please keep the May Queen’s godmother in your thoughts and prayers – she’s having a rough time of it as you’ll see.)


April 10, 2008

Someone sent this to me in an email today – it’s too funny not to share. Since I poached it from them, feel free to share it with everyone!

Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years — canine or feline attendance is not required.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat’s butt. I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don’t.
2. If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That’s why they call it ‘fur’niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it’s an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn’t speak clearly.

Remember: In many ways, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:

Eat less
Don’t ask for money all the time
Are easier to train
Normally come when called
Never ask to drive the car
Don’t hang out with drug-using friends
Don’t smoke or drink
Don’t have to buy the latest fashions
Don’t want to wear your clothes
Don’t need a ‘gazillion’ dollars for college.
If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

For anyone who has tried to use the bathroom in my house, you know the histrionics that occur when the door gets shut. And if by chance you don’t latch it properly, cats will appear from out of the woodwork to “help” you. We even have one who does drive by’s – crashing into the door to open it and then tearing away as if you are torturing him by making him be in the room with you. Pets, you’ve got to love them!


April 1, 2008
Yesterday was opening day for baseball. Since we’re all baseball freaks in my family (Easter was spent picking our fantasy BB teams), we got almost everyone together for our opening day festivities. Only Sister #3 couldn’t come because she had to work and go to school last night. Since we are tremendously proud of her going for her BSN and working full time plus as an RN, we didn’t want to tempt her too much by begging her to come play with us. So we were left with 7 adults, 4 felines who spent the day sulking, and 3 canines who spent most of the day outside (much the the relief of the aforementioned felines). Here are two of the cats relaxing before the onslaught ….

Even though we’re pretty much all Mets fans,

we still wanted to see how the Yankee fans greeted their new manager and their resident bad boy (Andy Pettit – bad boy – yeah right:})but the Yankees cancelled their game due to inclement weather. It wasn’t doing much more than misting by us in NJ but I guess it was a little heavier rain in the Bronx. I felt so sorry for all those fans who took the day off from work to go to opening day…. only to have the game cancelled. But we did get to see a lot of the Detroit Tiger game, some of the Orioles, we touched base with the Dodgers, and then went full force with the Mets at 4:30 PM.

One of the best parts of the day was watching the three gents get along in the backyard. Morgun, the Cairn on the left is 8 years old. Lambeau, the Yellow Lab/Sharpei mix in the middle is about 10 months old. And Dickon, the Welsh Corgi on the right, is 4 months old.

The last time Dickon and Lambeau met, only a week ago, Dickon spent the time cowering under anything small enough to hide him and not let Lambeau near. That or quivering in someone’s arms. What a difference a week makes … after only a few minutes, they were running and playing together. We got a little worried when Lambeau put Dickon’s entire head in his mouth, but again, just playing. Then Morgun arrived. He has diabetes and is completely blind, and is cranky as all get out. But the minute he hit that yard, he was barking and whipping the others into shape. He couldn’t see any of them but he was following by smell or sound cause he stayed right on their tails. The three had such a great afternoon and we sent them home exhausted! All three left, sacked out on various back seats, heading for homes near (Montclair, NJ) and far (Arlington, VA). Man, I am so ready for a dog!

The humans had a pretty good time too. We grilled hot dogs, made pasta salad, and had apple cake because I just couldn’t bring myself to make a true pie. Besides, brother #1 raved so much about the apple cake I made for Easter, I had to make it again. And all three brothers were very gratifying as the smells started spreading through the house. One was practically drooling. I have to say, I’ve got a pretty good family – think I’ll have to keep them dogs and all:}