Category: Silly

Triple Decker

Triple Decker

Happy New Year! Out with 2024. Welcome 2025! We pray all the blessings of God will fill your 2025 to overflowing!

In the silly picture above, we have Covid napping in Ola’s open dog crate at the bottom, Stella still incarcerated in the middle, and Vander, Covid’s brother passed out on top.

Stella was delivered by a friend who declared, “I can’t keep another cat”. Apparently, we can.

Incidentally, at the time of this post, Stella has passed a two-week quarantine and has now been released into the cat population, with only minimal hissing and feline posturing.

[I may not have introduced Ola before. Ola is a good-natured “cataheeler” (catahoula-blue heeler cross) whose owner was killed in a car wreck, broadsided by a texting driver. All our critters have some kind of rescue story. We didn’t go looking for a single one of them.]

Come to think of it. I have a rescue story. Thank you, Jesus, that you did come looking for me when I was still a stray!

Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. John 14:1-3

Interlopers

Cats Commandeer Dog’s Crate.

If you look closely, you can see that the door to this crate for the dog is open. Vander (the lighter one) and Covid have taken up temporary residence. We wouldn’t have a crate in the house at all, if it were not for the fact that Ola the dog had chewed the TV remote one day when we left her at home alone.

Both of these critters were abandoned near where we live. But that’s another story.

Just Picked

Frequent travel mode of Covid the Cat. Are we there yet?

Government’s View of Citizen Intelligence

Let the CDC show you how!

Are We…

Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

The story of the arrival of Covid the Cat. He was starving when he came in June of 2020. This morning he weighed in at 12.0#

Late this summer, Vander (below) showed up in the barn. We are nearly sure he is a sibling of Covid due the the apparent age and the similarity of facial markings and exactly matching colors. We don’t know if he had been fending for himself all this time, or was recently put out. He was pretty skinny. This morning, I weighed him at 12.6#.

Vander

You can’t tell in this right-side picture, but Vander has some tan tabby splotches on his back.

A Harvest Story

This weekend, I have been laboring at harvesting our redskin potato patch.

We store them in a dark room in the basement in bus bins. I have made a rack so the bins work like drawers. I haven’t had time to wash them yet. Don’t judge.

Bins

To get the bins to the rack, I had to carry them past this little item hanging on a nail in the door frame:

The Masher

I’m not cruel to little potatoes. I told them to hide their eyes.

derrieres?

… or was that deery-ears?

What can I say? I am easily amused.

‘Tis the Season… (apparently)

I was out in the frosty yard this morning with Lady the Pitbull, for her to take care of her Lady business, when we heard a rash of gunfire from over the hill toward the nearby woods. Shortly thereafter, these whitetail deer appeared across the creek on the other side of the gravel road at the end of our hundred-yard long driveway. They milled about, looking uncertain what to do, long enough for me to go in the house and retrieve my Cannon DSLR and telephoto lens.

Later I was able to verify from the Iowa DNR site that today (December 5th) is the first day of the first Iowa “regular gun” deer season. I put regular gun in quotes because there are a lot of restrictions on what constitutes a regular gun and acceptable ammunition.

I think I had better luck with my camera than the mass-expenders-of-ammunition had in the woods over the hill.

Deer Breath

One Evening in Iowa in February