What is Your Cocoon Made Of?

Do you have a cocoon? What is it made out of? I have a cocoon and it is made of Beatles' songs.

I crawl into my cocoon on those days when it would have been better to have just stayed in bed. You know the kind of day I am talking about.

Today is one of those days that I should have stayed in bed. Upon realizing this, I immediately crawled into my cocoon of comforting Beatles' music. It feels like a snuggly, warm sweater.

I love the Beatles. I have been to all of their houses. The picture below is when I was at Ringo's house. See the stars on his gate? As you can see, Ringo and I do not have that close of a relationship. It isn't exactly like I am sitting in his living room sharing a cup of tea with him, is it?

When I was at Paul's house, at least his neighbor came out and talked to us. She told us that he was not at home because she had seen him leave. But she did say that Paul sometimes comes out and talks to fans.

Okay, I am going back inside my cocoon now.

Grinning Chesshire Cat

Remember my new nephew, Bow? Well, he has had 50 different names since he came to live with my sister. Now, his name is Bruce. Yes, Springsteen.

This is his forever name. Makes sense, right? It would be like me having a cat named, Elton or Paul, however, I have not had any by those names yet.

At one point, the name "Paul McCatney" was being considered for baby because Paul McCartney likes to pronounce his name like that when he is embracing his Scottish heritage which is most of the time and my sister has a deep fondness for Paul.(Not as immeasurable as mine for him.)  But no, Bruce is my sister's true love (his picture resides on her iphone lock screen) so "Bruce" was determined to be baby's name now. (This is a way one can marry their love for cats with their love for music.)

It seems baby Bruce has been  having dental issues. His teeth have not been falling out as they should. Yesterday, he had 5 baby teeth removed so his other teeth may come in. This got me to thinking so I asked my sister.

"What do cats do that do not have mothers? Do they just roam around out there with jacked up teeth?".

Perplexedly she answered. "Yeah, I suppose they do. Sucks, huh? They are probably the butt of jokes and shunned by their peers."

Well, anyway, ever since baby Bruce had his toofies worked on, he can't quit flashing that beautiful smile. That is a gift bag around his neck where he stores his toys. Looks kind of like a dental bib, doesn't it?

Aspiring Male Model.

Moon and Stars + Another Moon?

There has been an interesting development in the local feline population. It seems 'someone' has come out of hiding and has recently been visiting his 'twin brother'.

As it turns out, my Moon and Stars has a twin and I do mean twin. I do not mean 'kinda, sorta'. I mean they look exactly alike right down to the cute patch on their noses. I would not have known about this handsome lad if he had not come 'a visiting'. He comes up to my back window and peers in looking for Jakey. As soon as Jakey spies him, he runs right over to greet him by jumping up onto the windowsill.

There is one difference in the two guys though. Seth, as I call him, does not have a 'bad' eye like my Moon and Stars does. Seth is perfection! Right down to the ground! We had wondered about this eye business and Seth helps to explain some of it.

When I came by my little Jakey, he was teeny, tiny yet with the bad eye already. The opthamologist said the damage to his eye could have been caused from injury or by disease but was unable to tell which. We thought it might be herpes which is common among feral cats. The fact that Seth has two perfect yellow eyes probably means there was not a herpes infection among the litter. That is good!! That means I do not have to worry so much about a recurrence of the herpes infection in Jakey. Jakey probably sustained an injury to his eye in utero or possibly during birth.

More importantly, this is what it means to me. Seth could have found his way to me with both of his perfect eyes and he could be living inside my home right now. But instead, my Moon and Stars found his way with one good eye and one blind eye. Love led him to me because he gave me his heart and I gave him my eyes.

This is a true love story.

Seth shuns the paparazzi.

Drop In The Bucket

My Henry likes to sleep in a bucket. Cats are so weird. If I tried to get him to sleep in that bucket, he would revolt. However, on his own volition, he completely loves to wad himself up into a tidy ball and pack himself into it just like a sardine.

Really, it isn't a bucket as much as it is some sort of dish pan. However, I do not use it for dishes. This is my "feet soaking" pan. Recently, I have become plagued with 'fungus' on my toenails. Ugh, I know. As it turns out, everyone is exposed to fungus but 'some' of us are more prone to having them settle in and finding a home on our bodies...those 'some' of us who have had too many antibiotics and too much antibacterial washes over the years.

Long story short, nail salons are completely off limits to me now that I know I have no resistance to these fungus creatures.  Henry really likes the bucket when I am not using it.

Rekindling the Light

I refurbished a lamp that is about 30 years old. It was formerly shiny brass with smokey globes. I repainted high gloss apple red with opaque white globes. This was really difficult for me to capture in a picture as it is very bright. This is the best I can do with my amateur photography skills. I tried to knock down the glare with photoshop but it just made the picture appear more weird looking.

Dreaming of My Californian Friend

I forgot to post a picture of my friend in California. Here he is.

He followed me around for half of a day. I would talk to him and he would cock his little head and give me that sideways stare like 'what in the world are you talking about woman?' I am sure he just wanted me to feed him. I loved the way his little feet would leave big prints in the sand.

Just goes to show you that where I am concerned, if there are animals, there will be love! Being happy isn't so difficult a thing, is it?