Toby
It’s So Nice To Have A Cat Around The House
They can help you with small home improvement tasks, such as putting in a new shelf and re-organizing your broom closet.
Yeah, this shelf is solid, mama.
And they can inspect your cooking utensils, so make sure they’re all OK.
Uh, this one has a smell.
(He’s not usually allowed up on this counter, but the rearranging created so much excitement that he had to check it out.)
Tuesday Project Roundup: How About Some Pictures On This Blog?
I have a picture of the beige cardigan, which has grown two fronts and just needs a back and trim.
And I have a picture of Toby enjoying his heater last night.
(And I have good news about the Twilight mittens: I finally blocked them and I was able to get them more of the same size, so they might not be a total loss. No picture of those, though.)
Happy Tocktober!
Toby’s Great Escape
As you might guess from the title of this, Sunday was a pretty bad day. But everything ended happily so really, it was a great day.
Saturday night I went to bed with Toby sleeping on the in-progress quilt, so when I woke up once in the night and he wasn’t on the bed I thought, “Oh, he’s on the quilt.” I woke up again at 4:30 and he still wasn’t on the bed and I thought, “Where the hell is he? I’d better so check.” So I get up and he’s not on the quilt and he’s not anywhere and I’m already getting a sinking feeling and yes: He pushed out a corner of the screen in the front window and was gone.
Well, about four hours of panic ensued–panic and lots of walking and hollering. We made a two-block radius around the apartment, I went down into Memory Grove, I made fliers and started posting them, I put up an ad on Craigslist and ksl.com, and did I mention the panic part?
I called my mom again after the flier posting and she said, “Put out some food and be sure to check really carefully in all the corners of the yard.” So I started investigating the potting shed in the back parking lot here and wedged between the back of the shed and a tree trunk was a very, very scared Toby. (Isn’t the wisdom of moms fantastic? How do they learn these things?) He was too scared to even meow at me, which is why we missed him in the frantic search (and it was dark), but I scooped him up and carried him back inside.
Then, of course, all he wanted to do was pace the windows (now shut) and go out again. Um, kitty? You didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself. There’s no food out there. Let’s stay inside, OK?
Anyway. That was Sunday, but all is well now. I’d like a weekend to recover from the weekend, please.
It’s Monday
Friday Unrelated Information
1. As I’m sure you’ve heard, the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 launch was yesterday. Check out some great images on The Big Picture blog. In #24, Neil Armstrong kind of looks like my brother.
2. Learned a new word: sciolist (SAI-uh-list), noun: “One who engages in a pretentious display of superficial knowledge.” So if I said this rhymed with “nihilist,” I might be a sciolist.
3. Toby is doing what I’m hoping to do this weekend (after mattress shopping and asking about professional quilting services):
Toby Says:
Toby Is Two!
We know Toby was born in June, because he was nine months old last March when we adopted him. I arbitrarily picked June third as his birthday because it was the same day of the month as mine, making it easy to remember.
Well, June 3 came this year and I was out of town–I missed his birthday! Fortunately, cats don’t really keep track. I did bring him presents Sunday: a new scratching post and a crinkle tube that he loves.
It’s a pretty dark photo, but I’m sure Toby likes how it makes him look more like a vicious hunter hiding in the jungle (tunnel).