To the cat who walks alone.

Those liquid eyes that seem to pierce me to the depths of my soul.  They haunt me at breakfast, brunch, lunch, snack time, dinner, nightcap, and potty break at five next morning.  Doctors’ orders are to feed her whenever she wishes, to build her muscle mass back to wherever it ought to be but is not.  She’s quite demanding, you know, in a silent persevering way… those endless stares, and not a single mew from her lips… just those haunting eyes, wherever I am, staring at me until I give in and plunk a few spoonful’s of chicken bits into her dish.  When contented as her bowl is licked clean, she drifts into the woodwork never to be seen again until she gets the urge to seek me out once more and repeat.

Did I tell you she’s my favorite… yes, I think she’s still my favorite even though she behaves rather badly at times with a dose of indifferent these days.  She’ll touch base at bedtime for a few strokes under her chin, and if I’m lucky she’ll sprawl out by my side, if unlucky, she just bunch up at my feet so I can’t move them even an inch.  Of course, at some point in time she moves like a phantom into her dark place of hiding until five in the morning when on my potty break she lets go a rush of demanding meows signaling it’s snack time before breakfast.

It's her birthday this month.  I forgot it… so wrapped up in my own self, it never occurred that she even had a birthday any time this year.  I suppose she’s over the hill, sixty in human years – when everything about oneself begins to crust with rust.  I’ve already been there.  She has my undying empathy as she continues forward in her life.  She will always have the best I’m able to offer.  She will ask for nothing more than that.  I love her, and whatever she chooses to give back, I'll always call it love and leave it at that. 

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A Bump in the Road

I’ve been sitting here at least two lifetimes with a brain that keeps whiting out its own thoughts, giving me nothing to write about.  I have no stories to tell.  

I’ve decided to talk about this moment in time… my time… mine and Charlotte's time, as she is watching with attentiveness as these letters magically pop one after another onto the laptop screen.  She did step onto the laptop keyboard to take a swipe at the screen and close me out, oops... and was nudged gently back into her place, so now she's fending disinterest, leaping to the top of her cat tree for a bit of personal grooming.

I've had to chuck out all ideas of how I thought I would be using this laptop into the trash bin and start anew.  It sits on a metal stand on a small table askew to my armchair.  A foam insert from a small gun case sits on my lap with a Logitech MX Mini Keyboard on it.  I store the foam and keyboard under the metal stand when not in use.  I also use a cordless mouse.  I had to make my cursor green so I could find the darn thing.

Life's in scorching hell this month with high 90's and a few low 100's thrown in.  A shade cloth has been ordered so I may plant the purple coneflower I have in nursery pots still sitting on the back deck.  Thunderstorms came along with a cold front from the north leaving temperatures in the high 80's for two days, then back to hell on Monday.

I've been icing the ball of my right foot to calm down the pain of one bone moving out of place and crossing another.  I'll eventually  have inserts made to fit my shoes to alleviate the pain.  An epidural shot last week to calm down a flareup of a pinched hip nerve, and I'm not as good as new.  So be it.  Sitting isn't easy these days.  A second and maybe third shot down the road may be needed.  

I have to say, as I so uncomfortably sit here typing away, this mini keyboard is fantastic.  Not much to offer with my photographs, as my foot slows me down.  Microsoft updated their photo and paint programs, which is where I work on my photos, and it was a few days of frustration before I mastered the new links.

The standouts of my week are all the honeybees hanging around the front yard birdbath, taking sips of water.  Wasps visit also.  Three birdbaths front yard - three birdbaths back yard, requiring water changes three times in a day, most days... keeps us on our toes.  The Leucauge venusta, commonly known as Orchard Orb-weaver is the spider that dominates the garden.  It's pleasant to see them, as so many insects are missing these years.

Charlottes moved down to her little hassock to finish her grooming, then up to the laptop to take another peek, then higher to perch on the back of my chair, gifting me with headbutts while drooling onto my hair... oh, joy.  A shake of her head and a spray of drool fans out from above to smother me in saliva.  Now purring fills my ears with contentment.  Thank you Charlotte... I love you, too. 

Lullaby Baby Daylily in partial shade

Orchard Orb-Weaver Spider

Seven-Spot Ladybug, Coccinella sseptempunctata 

Honey Bees at birdbath drinking

Goldenrod Soldier Beetle, Chauliognathus pensylvanicus

This one is young and small, trying to balance on a little grass blade

without much success.

Young Eastern Cottontail Rabbit munching on 'Paten' Aster leaves.

Rabbits usually live short lives,

 as there's much in nature working against them.

A new viral disease is emerging now that is also killing them off.

They have a cuteness about themselves 

that brightens my day, when I spot one in the garden.

Years ago I planted Purple Coneflower 'Magnus'

and these petals that barely curve look like it.

Its friend might be a type of Crane Fly.

Much love and thanks for stopping by.

Take care.

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