Puck! I thought you referred to them as Christmas light bugs!
Took me a bit to realize that bowl is clear
Puck, the mighty hunter and forager, sadly has to resign himself to the domestic life once again…….
Mac likes to sit on the windowsill when I have the windows open. I have a window seat in one of my windows for the cats, but Mac doesn’t really trust it. It did fall once when he was on it, though I think he didn’t trust it before that.
So glad I’m not the only person who apologetically reasons with their cats.
Pucky toe beans!
I once slept on a windowsill. Of course, it was quite wide with air-conditioning built in.
Again I find myself in agreement with Elvis. That happens surprisingly frequently.
I love it when Lupin returns to his liquid state! It usually means he’s gone invisible! Thanks, Goldie. :D
We did a bit of foraging today — berry picking! (We do have lots of dried up spiders in the window sills, but I agree with Elvis on this: hard pass.) The road that runs parallel to the local creek are overgrown with wineberry canes. We picked a couple quarts in an hour, and will pick more tomorrow. For brunch, I do a thick slice of brioche, browned on both sides in a hot buttered skillet. I cover the toast with ricotta, top that with peach preserves, and then pile on whatever berries are in season. It was strawberries last month, and now its blueberries and wineberries.
Lightning Bug or Firefly? Here in Tampa it is Lightning Bug but I know people from out west (New Mexico, West Texas) who call them fireflies. What say y’all (or do you say “you guys”, “you all” or a Joe Pesci “Youse Guys”?)?
A can of liquid Puck. I wonder how much?
Cute tongue alert (Elvis). There is something about the way Georgia draws tongues.
Back(s) of Cat Head!
Puck likes his Spider Treats locally sourced. Very locally sourced!
we will take your word for that!!!
Last night was the running of the Lightning Bugs! First night out for them and there were hundreds and hundreds in the back acreage! It was a spectacular showing. Some years we don’t have many but last night, they rivaled the fireworks put on by the lake association behind us. It was just amazing. I love it. Hubs, Murphy, Loaner Cat and I sat on the back deck for an hour and just watched the dance.
So for Elvis crunchy dried spiders joins the lobster and orange quinoa cat food on the “Nope, nope, nope” list.
The lightning bugs have been out all week over here :+D
I actually am not sure what Puck is “in”. I think the sill is a shelf at the bottom of a window, but this one looks as if inside the house, there’s a low wall between the window and the room, and Puck is behind that wall?
In an old house, which that is, I’m expecting a “sash” window – glass in a box frame which can be slid up and down – and maybe what I’m calling a wall, is to stop an air draught penetrating straight into the room. Whether the window is open or not…
And it’s different from Lupin’s “Starin’ Window” on June 9th.
All the cats, but most notably Hamilton, love the screened-in porch. There is a small table in the corner, just below the kneeling wall where the cats sit, with their heads just above the sill. Birds, squirrels, and the occasional deer come up very close to the porch, and the cats love it.
Since when are fireflies delicious?
They are oily and smell horrible.
Who would want to snack on a flying glow stick?
Be careful, Puck. Someone could easily open that window without looking. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything. A glowing stomach would certainly, be a neat trait for his cleric character.
Some people revisit their childhood by watching Looney Tunes. I’m revisiting my childhood by having three significant medical procedures within 14 months.
Last year I fell and sprained my wrist. Several months later, it wasn’t getting better, so I reached out to an orthopedist who specializes in the hand and arm. Turns out I have … not a tumor, but a lump of fibrous tissue of some kind … in my wrist. Also, I appear to be missing actual pieces of my wrist. The working theory is that whatever this “thing” is, it’s slowly destroying the bone.
The doctor goes in on August 2 to take the tissue out and do a little bit of looking around while he’s there.
On the positive side, The Girl gets to hang out with The Gigi (and possibly Pop) for a couple of days while they are here to help out immediately afterward.
Speaking of The Girl … The Girlfriend’s divorce finalized a few weeks ago. While nothing has been said yet, we’re expecting further announcements to be forthcoming from that end.
Sunday It’s Almost Monday :(
I’m always afraid to open the windows for my cats, for fear they’ll get a claw stuck in the storm screen, leading to a damaged screen and a hurt cat. I also worry they might smell something irresistible and crash through the screen to go outside. Does anyone have any experience with letting cats sit in an open window with a screen?
Not sure why this just came to me (Mythbusters, probably, and apologies if another Orbster has stated this).
Because they can go from solid to liquid, and back; can we refer to cats as:
“A Non-MEWtonian Fluid”???
I think all my kitties were liquid. They were always able to conform to oddly shaped sleeping quarters that I would have needed a chiropractor in order to function!
Lightning bugs are not delicious, they are bitter! I imagine Puck is guessing they are.
Yum! As Puck would say, “There is nothing more delicious than crunchies (dessicated spiders) or thirst quenching as live fire- flies!” :p
Again.. I am reminded of how much Puck reminds me of my boy. Such a gentle soul.
This is me apologizing to my girl Jez when I have to put the air conditioner in “her” window.
Puck is friends with the July Bug yet eats lightning bugs? What’s wrong with him? Maybe Jules will join the D&D campaign.
I dunno… I can eat a lot of dead spiders, Puck.
We call it the amorphous state but it’s the same thing. Cats are like Silly Putty. We had a cat years ago who caught flies. He sat in a bay window and trapped them against the glass. He’d pop them in his mouth and let them buzz around for a bit before swallowing them.
OT: Why I disappeared for so long
NewCat is definitely a window cat.
What a day for a daydream
What a spot for a daydreamin’ boy
And now he’s lost in his daydream
Eatin’ dried spiders brings Puck such joy
And even if that’s something Elvis can’t abide
It’s one of those days to take in the view outside
Blowin’ breezes and unlimited warm sun
That shines on Puck’s face until the daylight is gone
He’s been livin’ a sweet dream
He’s been dreamin’ since he woke up today
No jarrin’ him from his sweet dream
’Cause cozy sills make him feel this way
And even if nighttime is closin’ in or not
He couldn’t care less about movin’ from this spot
Tonight he’ll watch lightning bugs blink in the sky
While a chaotic Jules might just come bonkin’ on by
And you can be sure that if Puck’s feelin’ right
His daydream will last along into the night
Tomorrow at breakfast he may perk up his ears
Or he may be dreamin’ for a thousand years
Custom made for a daydreamin’ boy
And now I’m lost in a daydream
‘Cause Pucky’s one bundle of joy
- John Sebastian – Daydream – The Lovin’ Spoonful
Elvis is passing up yum yum spider treats? Is he feeling all right?
And you can tell where Puck is in the middle of a blackout whenever he opens his mouth.
ONE! MORE! THING! https://www.gocomics.com/breaking-cat-news/2021/07/04
Foxy loves to get between her bookcase and the window. Unfortunately, owing to her size, I can’t position the bookcase on top of the dresser in such a way that she can have both bookcase/window space and a “ledge” at the front to walk on. She used the bookcase/window space for hiding; nowadays she goes behind some boxes in the closet. I am still sorting this room out.
I’m a bit bummed tonight. Due to my job taking me away from my house 2 weeks at a time (not a new development, been this way my whole career) I can’t own any pets. I just got home after visiting my mom for a good week and a half and her two cats who love attention. I’m currently going through cat withdrawal. I’m so used to having a cat wanting attention now that it feels strange being without a cat to pet.
My cat Johnny Depp had a window sill bed. We always had very good communication. One day, he climbed up onto the bookcase under the window, tapped on the closed Venetian blinds with his paw and settled into his bed. I knew, like a voice in my head, that he wanted the blinds opened, even if I didn’t know why. I opened the blinds and, sure enough, sunlight fell across Johnny Depp’s stripes. He was one-in-a-million, that cat.
I want to know why the woman needs to close the window.
February 26, 2016