Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Emily is inspired by William Woodsworth





 --for Ruby

I wandered, lonely as a cat
That stalks the fence o’er yards with ‘Dales
When, all at once, I saw a crowd
Of fluff-tailed squirrels and plumpy quails.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Jumping and dancing in the breeze.
I strained and strained against the leash
To catch that wealth of critter-meat—
I almost caught; my teeth snapped shut—
And now, when on the couch I sprawl,
In drooling or in pensive mood,
They flash upon my inward eye
And scamper to my twitching paws.





"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Green day

We plant green things to eat.


We swipe eat food from green plates


while wearing green collars.


People scrub our dishes with green brushes.
 


We get our cookies from jars with green trees.



The one chair where we are not allowed to sit is green.



 
We destroy play with green toys.



Saturday, March 7, 2015

Emily's sunny Saturday





 Emily's favorite watchdog spot to keep the place safe from tree rats and other varmints.


 Meanwhile....


 
Well, of course I'm cute.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

After the Dance

Wyatt and Stanzie escorted Emily and Miro to the Heart-to-Heart Dance.  Emily says that the way to an Airedale girl's heart is through a serving of cheese. I think she ate too much of it, though.
Oooo, don't say that word.





Miro is sleeping off the festivities in his favorite spot.


That Stanzie is a dancing fiend. And I think I ate two dozen cupcakes.


This was in the hotel room where we donned our dancing duds.


Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Vote for Wyatt and Emily

Wyatt invited Emily out to dinner for an unprecedented show of good manners:
They need your vote if they're to continue sharing dinners. Go to: this page and scroll down to vote.
Emily is so thrilled to be associated with such a celebrity as Wyatt that she almost--well, they're eating outdoors, after all.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Visitors!

First this one came in--

And then a bigger one came through the gate.
 And everybody milled around






And investigated some very interesting pieces of bark

That's four-month-old Zuri on the left and two-year-old Moxie lying down. She ate a lot of bark, but I didn't hear about any repercussions later, fortunately.

 
And finally
 


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Calendar stars

A few weeks ago our friend Nelda sent us the world's best calendar. Here's a sample.

 Miro


 Famous Facebook pawty photo of Emily & Miro stepping out with Wyatt and Stanzie.

 Puppy Emily admiring herself.




A memorial photo of Alanis.


December shows the after-party effect.

 

Butt they'll be ready for another party by the end of the month.












Saturday, January 3, 2015

Today's stolen objects

Here's what I caught the dogs playing with this morning.

 Green object #1 (background) formerly hanging in the kitchen. Green object #2 (foreground) formerly around Emily's neck.

Dogs moving too fast for the camera.


Left green--slightly chewed kitchen towel. Right green--Emily's collar. Emily had already redecorated Miro's collar while he was wearing it (below).


Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Look what I found about cats



 This poem by Robert Gray was about a real cat. I took note because a friend on the Airedale list would send cards that included a photo of Marbles the Cat (RB) looking at Jerry the Fish. Fortunately, Marbles didn't share Selima's miserable fate.

On The Death Of A Favourite Cat, Drowned In A Tub Of Gold Fishes





'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers that blow,
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.

Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purred applause.

Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The genii of the stream:
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple to the view
Betrayed a golden gleam.

The hapless nymph with wonder saw:
A whisker first, and then a claw,
With many an ardent wish,
She stretched, in vain, to reach the prize.
What female heart can gold despise?
What cat's averse to fish?

Presumptuous maid! with looks intent
Again she stretched, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between:
(Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled)
The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
She tumbled headlong in.

Eight times emerging from the flood
She mewed to ev'ry wat'ry god
Some speedy aid to send.
No dolphin came, no nereid stirred;
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
A fav'rite has no friend!

From hence, ye beauties undeceived,
Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes
And heedless hearts is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters, gold.


Now, a cat lover might see one thing. The Poetry Foundation sees another:

"Her plunge into the goldfish bowl is another vain dream of the desiring self. Selima wishes to possess what is taboo; it requires her engagement with a medium in which she cannot survive. Her fate is a variation on the fate of those who would appropriate that which is beyond their proper sphere."
But if you know cats, you know that they have nothing to do with moralizing.
(public domain photo)