Probably should not be allowed anywhere near hammers, nails … or walls.
One of his best traits was that he would “answer up”, if we couldn’t see each other and I called for him. This came in handy on two occasions. Once, when he got himself locked in the neighbor’s garage, and one day in the redwoods when we were walking on a private road. A barking dog sent him off into the bushes when the dog’s owner came out of the house to investigate. She was skeptical when I told her I was walking my cat. However, when I called him and he immediately meowed in response, she collected her dog and went back inside.
Of course, if he could see me, he assumed I could see him and would not answer.
Urban dwellers ask, what is this grass you speak of? :)
Whisker waxing? I think the ASPCA would want to put a stop to that.
(Stop trolling me)
True, he would have had to be happy with a smaller territory without my providing “high cover”. He definitely knew what “look out” meant.
Of course, he did. It’s not like walking a dog. You don’t walk to a schedule It often required a Zen level of patience but he was walking with me because he liked walking with me. He was perfectly capable of going for walks on his own. Cats don’t come on command, not immediately. It goes on their To Do List. He adjusted his jaunts and I adjusted my patience.
I use a painting program that simulates watercolors – blending, drying, dripping – you name it. There is a strange fascination in watching the “watercolors” drying.
After not having skated in decades, I rented some nice skates on Venice Beach and skated uphill, all the way to Lincoln Blvd. Downhill was another story. After watching me stop by running into telephone poles, a pedestrian called me over and spent five minutes showing me how to make the drag-skate stop, until he was sure I could do it consistently. He said he was late for work but would never have forgiven himself, if he had read about my being injured in an accident after he had just walked on by.
Heroes are everywhere.
This is certainly no stranger than ventriloquism on the radio. During the 40s and 50s, the U.S. had “Charley McCarthy” and the U.K. had “Archie”.
Yeah, I just thought he was offering the dummy a microphone to promote the illusion.
There was a guy who had a remote-controlled dummy. He would get into a roaring argument with the dummy then walk out through the crowd. After a few puzzling seconds of stunned-crowd silence, the dummy would resume heckling the absent ventriloquist. It was a “one-off” but the shock value was incredible!