which isn't that unusual since he loves hanging over the tree limbs...
Then I looked up and up and up some more
and there was Opera waaay high in the tree.
Tushie shot!! Just can't help myself :)
So, whacho wanna do now, Marmie?
I dunno, Opera, whacho wanna do?
(Intelligent cat conversation)
I wanna get down 'cause I saw those hoomans put our supper out!
Yum! I'm heading for the supper bowl too!
Made it! Hurry up, Marmie!
Made it too, Opera!
But I'll have to rethink this jumping thing...
Of course both Opera and Marmalade met up at the supper bowl. They know what's good for them!
I thought you might be interested in how Opera and Marmalade got their names...
Marmalade is really Orange Marmalade and Marmie for short. Not a really he-man name for a boy kitty but that's what he looked like when he was a little tyke. Turned out he's a bit of the scaredy cat and apparently thinks he's safe in the trees... thus we are constantly spotting his tail and tushie hanging over a limb!
Opera has her own story -- she has a twin sister named Phantom! They each have the "Phantom of the Opera" mask on one side of their face. Phantom has more white on her chest and back (therefore, she is Phantom) and Opera has more black and brown on her back reminiscent of The Phantom's cloak if you squint your eyes and hold your mouth just right!
Phantom on the left and Opera on the right!
I'm so glad I got this shot -- they are just too cute sitting together!
I'm sure you have seen all the news reports about Cecil the lion...
a magnificent animal
photo provided by the Wildlife Conservation Research Unit
The song, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, has been on my mind for days and days so in a kind of homage to Cecil, and knowing that L was the next letter on AlphabeThursday, I decided to crochet a roly poly lion for my Etsy shop.
He's not as magnificent as Cecil, but decidedly cuter, and a whole lot of fun to make! What do you think?
Cute, and definitely not cowardly
He was happy to pose
but grumbled quite a bit when I showed off his cutie patooty...
(I told him it was so we could see his glorious tail -- but I don't think he believed a word of it!)
Of course, this has opened the floodgates of my mind and I'm envisioning roly poly lions and tigers and bears, oh my!! Really, I've already started on a tiger but I haven't done enough for a picture yet. So far, it just looks like an orange circle! I know how I'll make the bear, and I think there might be a roly poly kitty in my future too.... and definitely a cow and a pig!
Kipenzi in Swahili means "loved one" and this baby was so very loved.
Giraffe photos courteous of Dallas Zoo
You may remember my post about her birth, which was watched by people worldwide via the "giraffe cam" set up by Animal Planet here at the Dallas Zoo.
It was a sad morning to find out that sweet Kipenzi had died in an accident when the giraffes were being herded into their night barn at the close of the zoo day on Tuesday, April 28. She was an animated and happy baby, just 3 months old, and loved to scamper about. She was playing with her older brother when she took a sharp turn and ran into the edge of a barn that's part of the herd's habitat. She broke three vertebrae in her neck, and died instantly.
The zookeepers gave Katie, Kipenzi's mother, time with her baby before she was taken away. Katie is being kept in a private yard so she can be monitored for signs of distress.
As can be expected, memorials are being set up and people are commenting all over social media. This is a baby that will be sorely missed.
Especially since we rarely, if ever, eat hot dogs!
(and then only Wranglers with cheddar cheese stuck in them)
Remember them? More of a sausage than a hot dog!
And very yum :)
It's been years and now I don't think they make them anymore. Boo.
But, dream of hot dogs I did -- some friends (have no idea who) were coming over for dinner and they wanted hot dogs. I told them we didn't eat hot dogs and maybe we could have something else (dinner was at my house after all) but, no, they insisted on having hot dogs.
Maybe I was hungry!
And then I dreamed that they were smoking in the house (a no-no and besides that, we don't smoke!) and they left their ashes everywhere but in the ashtray.
I dunno.... dreams can be very strange!
So, I woke up with hot dogs on my mind. The closest thing I had to a hot dog was a corn dog (a guilty pleasure of mine) but that wasn't appetizing at 7:00 in the morning! Since Noli is spending a couple of nights with us, maybe we will indulge in those yummy corn dogs for dinner!
With corn on the cob and French fries.... some of her favorites!!
So, thinking more about hot dogs, I went to my crochet food patterns and realized that it has been a very long time since there were hot dogs or corn on the cob in my Etsy shop!
I'll be making a set of hot dogs and s'mores soon.
No s'mores for Noli (I'm not building a fire to toast them!)
The beginning of summer always brings to mind two things....
Snow Cones and Popsicles!
And the thought of those two yummy delights make me go backward in time for some special memories...
When Noli was about four, I took her to a local snow cone stand for her first taste.... and she decided that we should go to all the snow cone stands so she could sample all the different flavors. I, of course (being a lover of snow cones) agreed. I think we hit three or four places over that summer (I didn't want her to go crazy or I'd be in mucho trouble with the mama LOL!)
Noli ~ My favorite is the blue one!
Me ~ Why is that?
Noli ~ 'Cause it turns my lips and tongue blue!
Now we go waaay back in time to when I was about four or five or so (waaaay back....)
When summer arrived the ice cream man started his rounds, but he didn't have a truck.... he had a bicycle contraption that was part bicycle and part freezer. He'd peddle down the street and ring his bell and all the kids would run out to get frozen goodies from him.
I always got red popsicles or sometimes fudgsicles.
The popsicles were the double kind and, because I loved him soooo much :) I'd break it in two and only eat half of that popsicle.... and leave the other half for my big brother.
I never did know if he actually ate his half, but somebody must have because I would check and it was always gone!
Sometimes I got a fudgsicle but big brother didn't get any of that.... hehe.
These two will eventually wind up in my shop, of course ....
Sunday was not the Father's Day we had planned, and certainly not any day we would have planned. I debated about this post, and then decided that, yes, even though I will be sad, Oliver should have a tribute on my blog.
Our sweet sweet Oliver took his walk over the Rainbow Bridge on Sunday afternoon. Even though we were at the vet, he was surrounded by family and love. Stephanie, his true mama, and Dennis and I were with him. Adam was in Shreveport, LA and learned of his passing when he called Dennis for Father's Day.
Oliver came to us as a wee kitten -- Stephanie had found him in a parking lot sitting next to what we presume was his mother. When she moved out, I asked that Oliver stay with us since ours was the only home he knew, and he had bonded with Sam, our other rescue cat.
He was a British Cream, like a light creamsicle ice cream, made even lighter with extra cream. His face had a serious, studious look as if he were contemplating the answers to very important questions. He was a sweet cat who rarely meowed (unless his tail was accidentally stepped on), who ran like thundering hooves through the house, and had a habit of leaping on you when you least expected it (which was a real shock since he was not exactly a petite cat...)
He enjoyed a good book at night and, in fact, would nudge my book until I finally put it down and paid him some attention. Then he would retreat to the foot of the bed and go to sleep. His last couple of nights were spent sleeping at the head of the bed, right in between Dennis' and my heads, I believe he wanted to be as close to us as possible, because, in the way of cats, he knew he didn't have long even before we did.
his usual place, right over my head
I'll miss his tail smacking me in the face!
He had various windows that were "his"
and especially liked the ones in the livingroom that were only a few inches off the floor
The outside cats would pass by....
and he would run for the mail slot to peer outside!
He liked to play King of the Mountain
and tolerated Noli's shenanigans
and her many hugs
He even took care of her when she sprained her arm :)
He liked to play "Run When You Hear the Can Opener 'Cause There May Be Tuna"
and Hide and Go Seek
even though his hiding places weren't exactly hard to find!
He liked to sneak some of the outside kitties' food
and try to fit into the smallest thing possible
He loved to play the piano, even though he knew that the bench was all that he was allowed on....
and leaping on the keys in the middle of the night was a definite no-no!
(But he certainly never did that, oh no!) Ha!
He wasn't wild about taking an occasional bath....
but put up with it,
especially when his good buddy Sam had to take one too....
They often curled up together when they slept
He rarely slept on his back, but when he did it was with no shyness!
He loved to help me work
especially sitting on the mailing boxes so they wouldn't fly away
or guarding my crochet so it didn't get tangled
or helping me on the computer.
Such a silly boy.
I'm going to miss him.
A light has gone out, a presence diminished, but his footprints will forever be on my heart.