Happy Birthday! Mr. Bowie, our hero, turns six today. I love this little man. I love him like a rock. Catnip and treats for the furry ones. Dark chocolate and espressos for the humans. Have a great day!
When I was grown to be a cat
And the Devil would call my name
I’d say “now who do …
Who do you think you’re fooling?”
I’m a consummated cat
I can snatch a little purity
My human loves me, he loves me
He gets down on his knees and hugs me
He loves me like a rock
He rocks me like the rock of ages
And he loves me
“Loves Me Like A Rock” – Paul Simon
Don’t mess with the bull… Blackbirds are usually welcome in the garden, until they become a nuisance. Besides making an ugly mess of things, they must stay out of the catnip plantation. Mr. Bowie must send out a very tough and unequivocal signal and must take action.
“Don’t mess with the catnip, you’ll get the claws.” – Mr. Bowie
Fantastic day today. I had breakfast and lunch outside. Mr. Bowie kept a low profile today. He appears to be suffering from a mysterious condition known as “Winter Amnesia.” Guess it was already too hot outside for my furry friend.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be in the garden, reading a book. I’ll deal with recording the drum track when it’s time to deal with it. I have to admit I’m fabulous at relaxing.