Take heart feline enthusiasts. Your cat’s continued indifference toward her new Deluxe Scratch DJ Deck may be disappointing, but there is an object that’s pretty much guaranteed to pique her interest. That object, as the Internet has so thoroughly documented, is a box. Any box, really. Big boxes, small boxes, irregularly shaped boxes—it doesn’t matter. Place one on the ground, a chair, or a bookshelf and watch as Admiral Snuggles quickly commandeers it.
So what are we to make of the strange gravitational pull that empty Amazon packaging exerts on Felis sylvestris catus? Like many other really weird things cats do, science hasn’t fully cracked this particular feline mystery. There’s the obvious predation advantage a box affords: Cats are ambush predators, and boxes provide great hiding places to stalk prey from (and retreat to). But there’s clearly more going on here.
Dancing With Fools 
I never feel any of the quakes that occur here in Michigan. I was reading the paper in the basement when one was reported, years ago. You would think I would have felt something, but I didn’t.
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Pete’s family spent the night here to get away from Lansing and the constant firecrackers. At dusk they went to Mason for the official fireworks, I didn’t want to go this year, didn’t feel like fighting the mosquitoes.
Soon as they left, I grabbed a beer and went outside. Can’t stand in one place too long but if I keep sauntering here, and there, mosquitoes couldn’t get me. I stayed off the grass, hung out at the garage patio and back deck. I was rewarded! Even though there are lots of trees to blot out the skyline I was treated to fireworks to the north of us, to the west of us and south of us for a bit. That guy ran out of money, but the other two didn’t. I could stand on the back deck and look toward my lilac wall along the cornfield through the big opening I have out to the cornfield I watched the show. Don’t know where it was up M-52 but let me just say this: I didn’t know one could get sick of fireworks. Man, whoever they were, they must have spent $10,000….they went on forever. For a solid hour for sure, if not longer. I started wandering back ‘n forth from the garage, ignoring them.
Can’t wait for the mosquito problem to subside. Cramping my style, so many weeds to pull, trees to prune. 😦
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Avon, “Skin so Soft” will discourage the blood sucking bastards.
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My yard needs Carolizing as well.
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Greeks vote no.
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Not as hot today so I suppose I should start on errands. Three trips to the grocery store.
I just barely made the minimum last week so I plan on doing some stick walking later.
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@ the Nuevo Vallarta for the usual.
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First trip finished in 89 °F sunshine.
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Second done. All sweaty.
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A nice breeze so standing in the shade helps.
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Third trip complete. Each takes 25 minutes.
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Call it 40 minutes on the sticks.
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Haze out. I suppose from the Wenatchee fires.
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WSU bears have big blocks of ice to beat the heat.
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The Luddite method, the rest of the World uses misters:
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Lost keys sent me on a wild goose chase and hair removal episode, finally found them, sticking out of the rv door. 😯
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Hair removal? Say more.
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Getting old is not for the squeamish of mind.
It is to that thought I remove myself from here and go visit the LLamas for a while.
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