Oh wow! Is that a cat? That clump of fur over there -- that long tail I see twitching? Can I chase it? Huh, Master? Just for a minute? Oh, heaven! Please say I can, Master. Cats are so much fun to chase – better yet if they go up a tree. I keep them up there ever so long glaring and squabbling, but terrified to come down. Oh joy! Do I ever love that! Bark, bark, bark – nya nya nya. Disgusting, hissy things! Say yes, Master, let me go! I'll chase that cat clear into the next valley. Or if it leaps on the fence I'll hurl myself at it with my most ferocious growls. Oh, wow! Will that ever be fun! Can I, huh? Can I? Master, please let me chase it! Awww… It disappeared.
Sue’s Jibber Jabber Daily Word Prompt for today was LIVELY.
Here’s a poem I wrote back in 2012 that I think will make a good response to this prompt:
tears my house to shreds
torpedoes across the carpets
pokes at, overturns, leaves permanent marks
of teeth in longsuffering houseplants—
in cushioned velvet chair,
soft paws waving like fronds
trying to snag a quick mouse,
or shred the leaves
Good morning everyone! The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is VISUAL
I got up at 5 am this morning and saw the dawn’s early light coming through the bare branches of the trees to the east of us. The early morning light is one visual sign that spring is returning to the prairie. An auditory sign–which I don’t get much of without my hearing aids–is the twittering birds and the gabbling of the geese as they wake up and start discussing travel plans.
Another sign I get is the cats wanting to go outside the minute I set my feet on the floor. After being cooped up in the house all winter, they love to be outdoors when the weather’s clement. The snow in our yard is finally gone, so they can wander about looking for the visual clues that fresh mice are about.
By now the sun is well up and I’ve had my morning coffee. It’s time to prepare for what other activities today will have in store.
Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is PEDESTRIAN
Like other PED- words like pedicure, pediform, and pedal, this word pertains to what you do with your feet. And today, in our part of the world, folks who are on foot outdoors are walking through snow.
We had a wonderful week of spring; roads and sidewalks were bare and we enjoyed getting around outside. Our cats were delighted to explore parts of the yard that have been inaccessible all winter. Twice Angus brought his mouse-ly discoveries to our front step where he could dine at leisure.
But this morning we have another parting slap from winter and our cats are housebound. They waited at the door this morning to be let out as always and…er…no thanks. The mouse community is probably heaving a collective sigh of relief. 🙂
I went to the city yesterday—and am glad I did—because my hearing aid broke. It snapped off where the plastic tube joins the actual metal housing, and I was fearing it may not be fixable. (Thankfully it was!) I debated waiting until today, but, as I said, I’m glad I chose the nicer day to travel.
I wondered if the city streets would be empty, but no — I saw about a third of the usual traffic for that time of day. Which made it quite nice for a timid person like myself trying to merge onto normally crowded main arteries. I did see a few pedestrians, about a quarter of what we would usually see walking on the main street sidewalks. stopped at Walmart for groceries; again, the numbers were reduced to about a third of the usual shoppers.
En route, I saw a number of migrating birds, including about five flocks of Canada geese. Some of these were being pedestrians, strolling around the harvested fields, gleaning what they could. Many were floating on small snow-melt ponds. Three of the flocks were quite large, maybe 50–80 birds. So the birds haven’t changed their course in spite of the current human standstill.
Good morning everyone,
I can’t blame Pookie for my 4:00 am rising this morning; I just couldn’t sleep. One of the woes of old age, I gather. But this little verse, my quickly crafted response to the prompt, applies from time to time. I suspect only a cat lover will truly understand. 😉
This persistent purr
in my ear at 5:00 am…
Helpful tones from Mr Pook
a soporific song to soothe
and comfort my weary mind?
Not a chance!
Rather, this gentle gesture
his “Get up and feed me” tune;
those accompanying pats
may seem as tender touches,
but I don’t kid myself:
the alarm is sounding.
If I continue to malinger
this beginning bland hint
will morph into a full-fledged
that will definitely
prohibit further sleep.
Prior planning the key
to sweet dreams; if I long
for a long, restful night,
I must ensure my puss’s purr
stays on the other side
of my bedroom door.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is GRACEFUL
Which immediately makes me think of SWANS. Don’t they always look so graceful when they’re floating serenely in a stream?
Other birds just don’t have the knack.
Which calls to mind an rather ungraceful visitor we had one morning some years ago.
On the wing, a great-horned owl can be a very graceful bird. I’ve read that the owl has a feather construction and placement that allows the predator to fly without a whisper of sound, swooping down with no warning on its prey.
Its efforts on the ground are another matter, rather ungainly, as we were to learn one day.
We’ve often heard a great-horned owl in the woods beside our yard and in the evenings we’d see one flying over the pasture behind our acreage. We’ve heard them and have seen le Grand Duc, (Grand Duke) as the French call it, many times in the tallest bare trees, surveying their domain or looking for some unsuspecting morsel of lunch. One evening we saw two owls in the treetops hooting back and forth to each other, discussing prospects.
One September we could hear a screech or squawk and decided that this noise was coming from a young owl. Then we went away on a five-day trip to visit friends in mid-September, and early on the first morning at home I let our long-haired black cat, Panda, go outside. A few minutes later I was hearing this funny loud peeping or squawk outside, so I glanced out the window and beheld a fascinating sight.
A great-horned owl chick was sitting in our driveway near the car shelter, staring toward the house with its big golden eyes and letting out a screechy sort of peep about once a minute. Fluffy and cute with its pointy “ear tufts,” this young owl looked almost white to me. Our huge black Panda, about the same size and shape, sat silently on our deck eyeing the owl with her big golden eyes.
Were they curious about this odd specimen in front of them? The way it was peeping, you could almost think the chick was lonely and thought Panda might be another owl for company. Or were they sizing each other up, wondering who should eat who? Perplexed as to what should be done about this strange white cat – or black bird, depending on whose viewpoint you took?
I decided not to take any chances, so I let Panda in and the owl soon got bored sitting there. It proceeded to make its way down the driveway and back again, snapping up grasshoppers as it went. Its “running” was quite amusing and anything but graceful — a kind of waddle-and-hop from side to side as well as forward.
For a couple of hours the owl chick stayed around our yard, entertaining us and eliminating some of the many grasshoppers we had that year. It did the rounds of our garden and lawn, flying up to roost on the clothesline post in between. We never did see it fly away, nor see it again. My husband guessed the chick had made itself to home in our yard while we were away; it must have decided not to come back when people were around.