Happy Sunday, Kitties and Peeps!My life is going along just fine, as it always has. But honestly, the whining and crying from the Human is well-nigh intolerable. She wants to go out, she wants to go to movies and restaurants and parks and stuff. At first she got all excited because the Powers That Be said people could go outside for some exercise, as long as they observed "social distancing," but then they said "except for the elderly" and, let me tell you, she's a textbook case of that. Strictly speaking, so am I, but we'll leave that discussion for another time, shall we? We hope you are all doing well in these troubled times, and if your Human is making you crazy these days, well, Welcome to the Club, My Brothers and Sisters.
Lincoln Way (upper left) is usually the second-busiest street on this side of the city, but not this morning; 4th Avenue (which runs along the side of our building) was likewise deserted, as was Golden Gate Park, save for a random dog-walker or jogger. The Human says the park was kind of nice that way. Me, I'm bored with this already. You?
Hello Kitties! Well, we are living in interesting times, are we not? My life is unchanged, of course, as (except for occasional Hallway Adventures) this place has always been my world. The same, however, cannot be said of my Human. She is accustomed to flitting here and there whenever she pleases, and these couple days of confinement have made her fretful and cranky. Honestly, she hasn't even really managed "confinement" as she went to Sonoma yesterday to visit old friends (keeping appropriate social distance!) and tomorrow she is planning to go to her regular Meals on Wheels shift. Maybe all this time on her hands will convince her to help me blog more? Wouldn't it be nice to think so? We hope all our friends are keeping well!
Since 1890, Golden Gate Park has had bison. The current herd is made up of five adult females. About a week ago, as part of the park's 150th anniversary celebration, five yearlings were added! Right now they are quarantined in the smaller north pasture (behind the far fence) but they'll be integrated with the grownup ladies at the beginning of April.
Since the :30 video lacks an appropriate soundtrack (the Human's skills are so very limited), you can play this as you watch:
I know it was a mere month ago that we first wrote about our feral furiends. But the Human is just ridiculously pleased that Sweet Gray Boy has begun to trust her more--this tiny video is from Sunday, February 23. And lest any LadyCats might be disappointed . . .
I think I'm safe here in my sweet little cube. But just blocks away in the midst of the Urban Jungle, lurks a small, all-female herd. Their names are Betsy, Bailey, Bellatrix, Buttercup, Bambi and Brunhilda. Honestly, though, I don't think they're very pretty.
The Human and her friend visited them Saturday. Thank Cod they didn't invite one home.
P.S. I am sorry we disappeared for such a long time. *I* have something to say every day, but apparently *she* cannot be persuaded that this is a "priority." Phffffft.
Hi Kitties, Here I am, awake again. At my age, that's an accomplishment, don't you think? The Human dragged out one of my favorite toys of days gone by. (She is sorry to say it is made of real rabbit furs, a fact she did not know when she purchased it.) Me, I don't care about such things. I just care that it's intoxicating!
So apparently I am no longer the "only child" I have always believed myself to be. A few months ago, the Human joined a small, informal group that feeds some feral kitties in the city (who are all spayed and neutered and well fed and cared for). Once a week, she feeds and checks up on two kitties within pretty easy walking distance of our house. (But not to worry that they are only fed one time a week! They are cared foreveryday by other people who are not my Human). She has to be careful not to try to touch them or interact much, as they are in a busy area where it might not be safe for them to get too friendly with people. This is a little black-and-white girl having her Saturday brunch this morning. Her male companion, a lovely big gray boy, is not so trusting of the Human and he tries to stay well out of sight while he has his noms. Ordinarily I am not much for sharing the Human, but I can live with this, especially given my own origins. As long as she does not get any cray-cray ideas about bringing anykitty home with her!
My fantabulous Secret Paws. the wonderful Peaches and Paprika, sent me this comfy tent which I love. And then yesterday the Human went all the way out to PetSmart in the scary rain and hail and spent her own hard-earned cash to buy me a nice little gray and white beddy with stars ★★★ on it to put inside my cozy tent. Sometimes the Humans surprise us, eh?
Hello Kitties! Yes, it's me, doing an actual Sunday Selfie. Not that I'm awake for it, you understand. No, on Sunday, Spitty snoozes. It's a rule. Just like all the other days. The Human's not much better, you know, what with her Sunday afternoon nappies. She didn't want me to tell on her like that, but Spitty don't take no orders from no stoopy Humans.
Kittens: Cover your eyes! Some vegetables aren't meant to be seen by those of tender years. The Human volunteers once a week at Meals on Wheels, packing and then delivering groceries to MoW clients. She feels she has become something of an expert on Weird Vegetables. And in her estimation, the very weirdest of all the vegetables is the lowly carrot. Over the years, carrots have provided many occasions of mirth, but this carrot?
Well, Kitties, this is a carrot for the ages. Grown adults pretty much lost it.
Myself, I find such third-grade humor unsophisticated and puerile. But she titters every time she looks at it. Why am I not surprised?
Oh wait . . . it is 2020! How the heck did that happen, and why am I a week late in wishing all of you a Happy New Year? (But honestly, don't we all know the answer to that?) I got a new fisharoo from my wonderful Secret Paws, Peaches and Paprika, and it is my very favorite thing now. I put the bitey on it and enter a trance-like state. The Human's "working on things." Or so she says. Don't hold your breff is my advice.