Few things in life give more pleasure than the sound of a labor-saving device, and a kitty

 

Happiness is a black-hearted kitty cat ear

 

Happiness is Hodge, Samuel Johnson's cat

 

Who, by his master when caressed,

warmly his gratitude expressed,

and never failed his thanks to purr,

whene'er he stroked his sable furr.

-- Percival Stockdale, 1778

By the time I finished this story I was yawning and ready for a nap

 

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By the way, that should be "need only five" not "only need five". 

 

English. The English should try it!

Happiness is how now you see it

 

Happiness is Rayne Beau, the chipped cat who somehow traveled 800 miles from Yellowstone to California where he was rescued and reunited with his owners

 Meow Meow Meow Meow.

Story.

Happiness is Caturday

 

Happiness is the end of election season

 

Happiness is my Norwegian Forest Cat all vaxxed up and raring to go

 

Happiness is a cat who catches vermin

Grimalkin, to domestic vermin sworn

An everlasting foe, with watchful eye

Lies nightly brooding o'er a chinky gap,

Protending her fell claws, to thoughtless mice

Sure ruin.

 

-- John Philips (1676-1709)

Happiness is a cat 3 hurricane

Happiness is the new British prime minister recognizing International Cat Day yesterday

Number 10 Downing Street's "Larry" bears a striking resemblance to yours truly's Buddy, who by the way is also the picture of health today. We found a worm on her behind after all and wormed her. And now she's like a new cat! Sometimes veterinarians know NOTHING, except how to take our money.

Happiness is a cat with heart disease who wants to live

Here she is, all sick like, trying to catch some rays before judgment day.

Well, it's judgment day, and wouldn't you know it, she bestirred herself, rose up from the sick bed at 06:00, ate some dry food and trotted upstairs. Then she jumped to her happy place on the coffee table for a little rubdown, and then to the fountain for a good long drink like she hadn't drunk in two days. Well, she hadn't drunk in two days, nor eaten. And then she turns up in the kitchen at her feeding spot, looking at me like what's for breakfast, tender tuna or chicken? 

She's definitely turned a corner. Judgment day, postponed.

Happiness is a Kitty Kegger

Happiness is Rosie, the cat with her own pack of Huskies

Here!

Happiness is eradicating plants poisonous to pets

Foxglove is toxic to cats and dogs

 

 

 

 Of simples in these groves that grow,

We'll learn the perfect skill;

The nature of each herb to know,

Which cures, and which can kill.

-- Michael Drayton (1563-1631), The Quest of Cynthia

Happiness is a watchcat

Happiness is a guy named Ray reunited with a cat named Lily

Here.

Well, There Go The Last Of The Romas . . . Thanks To The Cat

I made the last batch of tomato sauce last week from the last of the previous season's Romas, and dontcha know Mr. Pal here decided to get too friendly with a skunk last night so instead of enjoying the sauce ourselves . . . he got a special bath in it.

The experts say it's a myth that tomato sauce works on skunk, but since it was a little difficult to keep Pal in the sink long enough to really find out, I'm not going to say the experts really know since Pal does smell a little better today, though not acceptably better. It's going to be a long week, I think.

Bunny Has Left The Building

Well, the bunny has just left the building. I swear he grew an inch taller overnight even though he didn't touch the carrot and lettuce we left out for him right next to the piano before we went to bed.

I slept on the couch last night in the hope that I'd wake up and catch the little fellow trying to get out where he came in, but no such luck.

I woke up about 2:45 this morning and evidently while I slept bunny had decided to leave the confines of the piano and drop some turds in the dining room and pee in the corner. The cats came up from the basement about 5 and went out, but not before Pal's nose clued me in to the present on the tile in the corner. So even though I was awake and heard some clunks in the piano around 4 I was disappointed in my silent watch. Just as well. They are almost impossible to catch with three sets of bare hands, let alone one.

So after making some inquiries this morning I had resolved to line the bottom of the piano with fresh cut onions by removing the access panel above the pedals, but when my son decided to begin his piano practice he discovered that bunny had already come out of his own accord, and was behind it again. I guess enduring one more practice session was just too much to ask of bunny, and no, my son is not practicing Prokofiev at present. 

We prodded him with a long stick once again and bunny decided to head to the breakfast nook, by-passing once again (!) the wide open front door. But eventually we coaxed him back there, and though he stopped short of exiting, a gentle push with a shirt had him tumbling out and finally off the stairs to ground.

Just another day in paradise.

Good luck little bunny. You are a hail fellow well met, or something.