Darn! Watching the Redskins can be pretty frustrating - especially when they play Dallas!
My face says it all. Yep – there I was, watching the Washington Redskins playing the Dallas Cowboys……the Redskins went ahead (YAY), then the Cowboys caught back up (BOO), then the game went into overtime (EEEEEK), then the Redskins missed a field goal (BOO), and last but not least Dallas MADE their field goal and won the game.
I love watching football and baseball on TV. Yesterday though it was a little – well – loud in my living room. There was some screaming and yelling and a few words that I’m NOT sure what they mean but it can’t be good. My Mom gets a little carried away sometimes. She says she got that from her Dad. Apparently when her Dad and Mom’s brother would be watching a football game together there was so much yelling nobody could stand to be in the same room with them! I believe there was a fair amount of beer being passed around too :). Well, Mom can get a bit “emotional” too when she’s watching the Redskins play – even WITHOUT the beer. Yesterday was one of those days.
I watched from my “TV box” on the floor – made the face you see in my picture above more than the usual number of times – and when the game was over, Mom went upstairs to her studio and I came along. We tried to forget that the Redskins ALMOST won a game. I lay down on an afghan on Mom’s studio couch and she did some sketching and we calmed down. A bit.
Today’s another day…….and “football Sunday” is a distant memory. At least until Sunday rolls around again. I think this time I’ll wear my ear muffs and maybe take a tranquilizer 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Sammy, One Disappointed Redskins Fan
- I’ll just hide under the dining room table and pout……
This time change thing that humans do is – I suppose – just one of those things I’ll NEVER understand! It throws my schedule off!
I didn’t go upstairs (although I was tempted) to wake Mom up at what I considered the RIGHT time for her to get up and come downstairs to give me my breakfast…..oh no…..I just got under the dining room table in my usual “pout” place and waited…..patiently……sort of.
Sure enough, when HER clock said it was time, down she came. I let her find me under the table – she said “message received Sam!” because she knew why I was pouting. Even though she reminded me last night when she and Dad went to bed that she’d be sleeping an extra hour because of the time change, my TUMMY didn’t get the message!!
After I got my breakfast and she’d gone down to the bottom of the driveway to get the Sunday paper, she got in her recliner, put my favorite blanket over her legs, I hopped up and snuggled in while she read the paper and at last………………ALL WAS RIGHT IN MY WORLD AGAIN!
However, I still think that time change thing is silly. So there!
Sammy, One Semi-Grumpy But Getting Over It Cat
OK...this is for "mood" purposes for my story - it's actually a sunset not a sunrise and it was DARK when Mom and I had our "sighting" anyway!!!!
This morning Mom and I were outside in the DARK (yes I said DARK) which is something we used to do every morning. I kind of got out of the habit of asking to go out around a year ago but this morning – well – I was in the mood! Mom turned all the outside lights on, snapped on my harness and out the basement door we went. It was very quiet and overcast……I nibbled on a bit of grass (what a treat) and around the back yard we cruised. We were standing on the driveway when I suddenly got a whiff of something………what? An animal of some undetermined type – at least to MY nose it was undetermined. I squatted down on my haunches and Mom could tell I was in “wait and see” mode.
In the light from the basement we could just barely see an animal……it was smaller than me……it was tan in color……it had ears…..it had longish legs…..it was definitely NOT a groundhog…..it was definitely NOT a cat…..what the heck was it???? It was near our firewood pile by the edge of the woods and if it weren’t for this one beam of light shining on it, we’d never have seen it. It looked like it was kind of snuffling along eating either grass or bugs or whatever it could find. Mom and I were real quiet while we watched ….. trying to figure out WHAT ON EARTH IT WAS!
Mom moved a bit and the “thing” heard her I guess because its head came up as it stopped foraging and it stood still…..I guess it saw us because it turned around and ran back into the woods really fast but as it did, it gave us a chance to see it better………..what was it?
It was a TEENY, TINY, baby fox! Where was it’s Mom? It was way too little to be on its own we think….probably the Mom was keeping an eye on it from the dark edge of the woods – and that’s where the baby headed when we scared it. I’ve seen baby foxes before – but this was really a wee one. Maybe even out on its very first pre-dawn foray. I kind of feel bad that we scared the poor little thing.
Of course I’m ASSUMING that it was indeed a baby fox……because if it wasn’t one we have no idea WHAT it was……. it would then be an official UFO…… Unidentified Foraging Object!
Never a dull moment around here……………..
Happy Tuesday from Sammy, The Baby Fox Observer
"The Great Escape"....Napping
Sometimes my days are so busy, I just have to “shut down” for a while and take a VERY long snooze. Yesterday was one of those days.
It started out with Mr. Lawn Guy stopping by and doing the fall lawn treatment thing – I know THAT means noisy machinery. He was here for about 45 minutes and finally he was gone. Just about when I came back upstairs from my hidey hole in the basement, the doorbell rang AGAIN. Back to the basement. Mom talked to some guy who’d stopped by to see if we needed firewood then he left so back upstairs I came. Whew. Just as Mom and I settled in on her recliner with me comfortably snuggled on a throw across her legs, the phone rang! Mom had to “dump” me on the foot of the recliner while she answered the phone. It was my Auntie Carol and they chatted for 20 minutes then Mom came back, pulled the throw (with me wrapped in it) back onto her legs and I slept a little bit while she read a book.
Later in the afternoon I happened to be downstairs in the basement. I have a cool spot I like to nap in down there – Mom set up a chair right in front of the french doors out to the backyard and there’s a nice old blanket on it for me to curl up on. It’s right AT the door so I can see everything in the backyard like squirrels, birds, deer and other cats! Mom and Dad were watching TV upstairs. All of a sudden there was a BIG noise (so says Mom) and that noise was ME, leaping out of my chair in the basement – knocking it over in the process – running as fast as possible UP the stairs to tell my parents that there was a BIG BLACK BEAR in our yard! We’d heard reports of bears around here – saw photos in the newspaper of bears around here – knew a bear had been in our backyard raiding the birdfeeders during the night – but hadn’t SEEN a bear in our yard……….that is until yesterday.
Mom and Dad mostly were worried about me – I was all bushed up like a raccoon – tail, body, everything was “on end” – and Mom said my eyes were HUGE like two big golden saucers! I was truly scared and had no idea what that big black thing was. By that time, Mom and Dad were looking out the front window by the door and saw the bear in our front yard. It was about ten feet away from MY front porch!!! It was a big bear and was slowly moving down the front yard towards the woods at the bottom by the street.
That was of course the subject of much discussion all afternoon and evening and Dad was popping up out of his chair every 15 minutes to look out in the front and back yard to see if the bear was there. He was looooooooooooooooong gone by then (we hope).
See what I mean? A guy has a tough time around here in the nap department some days. Yesterday was definitely ONE OF THOSE DAYS. Hopefully today will be – – – more BEARable! 🙂
Never a dull moment…………
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat (who’s not too crazy about big black bears)
Thanks Miss Penny for my acorn helmet photo - I'm using the helmet EVERY day now!
Happy Wednesday Folks! Not long ago I was complaining on my blog about how HUGE the acorns are this year – and since we have big, high oak trees in our yard those things fall from a long distance and really pack a wallop when they hit…..unfortunately, they sometimes hit ME or my Mom and Dad. Yikes. I don’t know why they are extra big this year but they sure are. Anyway, when I complained, our friend Penny Maxson (who also has a cat named Sam!) sent us this funny card showing ME in an acorn helmet! How cool is this? If only I really had one of these it would save me a lot of headaches. 🙂
The deer are eating all the acorns that the squirrels aren’t gathering, but still walking through our backyard is a hazard – at least for humans. Walking across a patch of fallen acorns is like walking through a field of marbles Mom says. They roll and make you slip…..now for ME, it’s not like that – I’m little enough I can pick my way through but Mom and Dad aren’t that lucky. SO, today Mom plans to rake them up into a big pile…..I’m sure she will wish she had an acorn helmet like mine while she’s out there working.
Know what I think? I think the squirrels sit up in the trees and WAIT for me or my Mom to come by then heave those acorns at us on purpose! Yep – it’s a game to them….kind of like being at a shooting gallery….I swear I can hear them talking up there…..”Hey, I got another one!”……”Wow! Direct hit!”……”Did you hear that hollow sound when it hit her head???”…..
Well, anyway, that’s my thought for today…..watch out for falling acorns. They HURT.
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat (with an acorn helmet on!)
p.s. special thanks to Miss Penny for my helmet
Grass? What grass? Our yard is weeds and dirt this summer!
Where’s my yard??? My pretty green grassy yard dried up WEEKS ago and all we have now is crabgrass (which grows very well I must say) and dirt. Now don’t get me wrong – I happen to LOVE playing in the dirt – but I also like to munch on the grass from time to time. Nothing “munchable” out there anymore…..it’s dried up and blown away in the breeze. Sniff.
Anyway, yesterday Mom got the lawn tractor out and I thought to myself “humans are nuts – there’s not a blade of grass out there and SHE’S gonna mow!”…………but then I noticed down in the front yard that the crabgrass was pretty high. High enough I could see it flapping in the breeze – Mom likes a “neat” yard just like she likes a “neat” house. So I realized she just wanted to clean things up a bit outside. When the tractor started up I just watched from the front door inside the house – didn’t take her long to finish up. Still, it looked like this big cloud of dust moving around the front yard because she was surrounded by DIRT flying up around the mower! My Mom the dust cloud….HAHAHAHAHA
I really miss my grass though……..crabgrass does NOT – repeat NOT – taste good enough to eat. I like that nice tender green fescue stuff…..something tells me I’m going to just have to wait until next Spring to see it again. It’s been horribly dry and hot this summer and our yard is too big to keep watered with sprinklers and stuff. WAY too big.
I remember when I was little Mom got one of those little containers of “kitty grass” for me at the pet store. She watered it and the grass grew and we waited and watched it getting taller and finally she put it on the floor for me to munch – YUCK! Mom likes to tell the story of my reaction to the kitty grass…..I took one bite and promptly spit it out and tried to bury the whole container under a throw rug. That was the last experiment with grass around here!
Sigh…………so I’ll try to be patient – either for a week’s worth of rain to bring back my pretty green yard before fall gets here…..OR for next spring when I KNOW it’s going to be fresh green stuff coming up out there……..and I can pretend I’m a GOAT again!!!!!
Happy Thursday Friends!
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat (who misses his grassy yard)
Here's where Freddy lives....whenever it rains, he comes out from these flowers to say hi!
Hi Everybody! Guess what….it’s raining this morning….the kind of rain I like – nice and gentle. I could hardly WAIT to go outside this morning because I knew my friend Freddy would be there. He always comes out to play when it rains. Sure enough, Mom and I rounded the corner by the end of the house and there he was – sitting on his rock! Mom left me there with Freddy while she went down to get the newspaper from the mailbox – when she got back, Freddy and I were doing our usual thing. Freddy sits and waits for me to give him a little push then he hops. I just gently give him a shove and he’ll hop again! I know if he didn’t enjoy our game he’d just hop away but he never does – he sits and waits for me to gently touch him and one big hop is all he does!
Sometimes I wonder if Freddy has a family that lives there too. Maybe under those flowers and the dwarf alberta spruce tree there’s a whole frog community! Freddy and his wife and children, and maybe Aunts and Uncles and who knows how many other frogs…….Freddy’s the only one I’ve ever seen though. I know it’s him every time – he’s bigger than my paw and has spots on top. I’ve seen other frogs around our yard or on our driveway, but Freddy’s the only one who plays with me.
Like most cats (so they say!) I eventually get tired of playing push the frog, or Freddy will hop back into his garden and disappear OR it starts raining really hard and I run for the door! But while Freddy’s around, it makes rainy days that much more fun and special. Of course we’ve needed rain for so long, it’s special anyway but getting to play with Freddy MADE MY DAY!
Hope you all have a nice rainy Sunday too (or if you don’t need rain, maybe you’d rather have a sunny Sunday??)…….
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat with a Frog Friend named Freddy
Happy Friday Fans! It’s cleaning day around here – you know that means the monster will come out of the closet in a little bit so I’m hurrying to get my blog done before the noise begins.
- Grabbing some sun before THE MONSTER starts up!
I wonder why someone hasn’t invented a SILENT vacuum cleaner? As smart as humans think they are (haha) it seems like someone would have figured that one out. I know a lot of cats and dogs who agree with me…..WHERE’S THE MUFFLER??????????????? We actually have TWO monsters in our house…..since we have three floors, we have an older vacuum on the top floor so Mom doesn’t have to drag the big noisy monster up to that floor – pretty cool huh? I think Mom and Dad wish they’d gotten more wood floors in the house when they built it (before my time!) instead of all the wall to wall carpet. I like the carpet myself but I guess it’s harder to take care of. I don’t run around here quite as much as I used to, but back in my younger days I’d be tearing around the house and got good traction on the carpet but when I’d hit a patch of wood floor (like in the foyer) I’d slide! When I was a kitten once I slid right into the front door and smashed my poor nose……….doesn’t take too many of those accidents to learn where to run and where to walk carefully!! I’m no dummy…………..
So I guess in our next house (Mom and Dad keep promising me that screened porch in the next place!), we’ll have more wood floors and less carpet. Now that I’m older and spend more time takin’ it easy, that shouldn’t be a problem….AND of course that means the MONSTER won’t be making an appearance every week either.
BRING ON THE WOOD FLOORS!!! (and the screened porch) 🙂
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat
My new cousin Sophie with her new Dad, my Uncle Mike!
Good Morning World! Wanted to share a photo of my new cousin Sophie. She’s a four year old cocker my Mom’s brother Mike and his family just adopted from a rescue group. She’s kinda cute for a dog huh? I think she likes her toys a lot as you can see. I know she has found her forever home though and will be running things like clockwork around there before you know it!
I also want to mention that when it got light enough to SEE outside this morning, it was PINK! Yes – PINK – everywhere…..know what that means? RAIN!!! Mom said some funny rhyme about red skies at dawn and sailors taking warning and some other kind of gobbledygook I didn’t understand (which is often the case when humans are talking) but the bottom line is when the sky is pinkish and there’s a pink hue everywhere, it’s probably going to get WET. Since we desperately need WET, I’m hoping that silly rhyme is right. Mom took a photo but it didn’t turn out – you can’t tell that even the AIR is pink…(haha)…it just looked like a regular photo. Oh well…..you get the idea.
I’m off to eat breakfast…..I bet my new cousin Sophie is having hers right about now too!
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat
Most of the time if I look real cute and bring Mom a toy she'll play with me. I said MOST of the time!
Happy Sunday! Today I thought I’d talk a little about how smart humans can be. I learned early on that they are very “trainable”…..I began training my parents when I was just a wee kitten but the more intensive training began after I REALLY got to know them when I was about one year old.
Some stuff they did automatically like FEED me regularly so that required no training. But other stuff – well – it took me a while. What’s really funny is Mom and Dad actually believe if was THEM who trained ME to do this stuff but that’s all part of the deal – – making them think it was THEIR idea! Here’s what I mean:
- After I use my litterbox I sit at the top of the basement stairs and call Mom….she goes down to the basement and cleans the box up for me. I like a CLEAN toilet!
- When I want to go outside I go stand by where my harness and leash are and way “OWWWA” which is as close as I can come to “OUT”……sometimes I have to say this pretty loud if Mom isn’t nearby but I’ll say it over and over and over until she DOES hear me!
- If I’m ready for a nap, and Mom’s in her recliner reading a book or something and doesn’t have my favorite blanket on her legs/lap, I sit by the chair and give her “THE LOOK” without making a sound until she notices me. All it takes is “THE LOOK” and she hops up to get my blanket and I get my snooze.
- In the morning, if Mom’s not up yet and I’m ready to start my day, I’ll stand outside the bedroom doorway (I used to hop up on the bed and lick her face but my arthritis keeps me from bed-hopping these days)…..I’ll call her “MA MA” over and over very quietly until she hears me and gets up. I have to be careful with this one – – – don’t want to wake Dad up or else he’ll be grumpy. Mom can’t resist me when I call her “MA MA” though!
- Then there’s the “cookie rug”…..that’s what we call the little rug that my Dad keeps under his feet by his chair. Dad is the dispenser of treats in my house and keeps a bag of them on the table by his chair. I sit on the little rug when I want a treat and give him “THE LOOK” until he gives me a treat.
So – as you can see – I’ve managed to get things in pretty good shape around here with a little training through the years. Whenever I hear humans say they trained their pets to do stuff I have to giggle though…..we cats and dogs know who’s REALLY done the training!
Happy Sunday Everybody…………….
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat (and human trainer extraordinaire!!)