We’re visiting Lloyd’s family in Missouri this weekend and attending an auction for the new Lutheran high there. Since we’re gone, your job is either to tell a funny joke or come up with a caption for this picture:
Cricket
Our junk drawer
This is in response to Beth’s post about junk drawers. Lloyd was ordering pizza for his fantasy baseball auction and forgot to put the phone book back in the junk drawer and also forgot to close the drawer. So….can you guess where we keep our catnip?
Cricket’s Love
Tic Tac, the cat who used to hang around and eat all the food I left out, has been gone for sometime, and now I know why. We have a boy kitty hanging around.  He met Cricket the other day and thought she was beautiful. He followed her around the yard, and when ever she’d move he’d make his love sound and sneak closer. She reacted quite well – no actual fighting. In fact, no reaction at all. Pfennig, however, hid by the door and did her little Marge Simpson growl. (It’s pretty pathetic.)
Weird and sad
Kathryn, if you’re reading this – I’m sorry.
Kathryn and I were roommates in college, and she has a very nice little plant that she called Sylvester. (It was some kind of evergreen-fern thing. Brad will know.) Somehow, when school was done I got custody of Sylvester and he traveled many places with us – Minnesota, Maryland, and then back to Seward. Not being a plant person, I have hated Sylvester for many years now. He just kept growing taller, skinnier and sad-looking. He’d drop branches like there was no tomorrow, so it looked like a sickly palm tree. Lloyd and I have argued about euthanizing him, and this summer Brad said, “Put it outside in the winter. It will die a painless, natural death.”
So we did.
Mission accomplished! Plant’s dead! On Lloyd’s second day of yard work we were disposing of the corpse and found this!
Whaaaa? Still in tiny pots? No wonder! The hilarious thing is that I think Lloyd and Brad repotted this from it’s earlier container, but they just put all the dirt in from the small pot.
This was also found in the dirt. Kathryn, I think it’s your sleeve.
Black & WHite
I don’t have a lot of time today, so here are some black and white photos. (I did have a lot of time when I was taking them.)
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Happy Belated, Cricket.
Aside from forgetting that February 14th was Samith’s birthday, we also forgot it was Cricket’s. (She’s 13 now.) When she was a baby and we took her to the vet, he estimated her age and said, “She’s a Valentine cat.” When we got Pfennig a year later and took her in, he said, “She was probably born on April 1st.” I thought, “Wow! What are the odds that both our cats have holiday birthdays?!” About two weeks later I thought, “Wait a minute.” EVERY month has a holiday, Lauren. You idiot.
Anyway, a few days ago I saw a video of Nora, the Piano Playing Cat on You Tube. It reminded me that when we first got our piano, Cricket would play it like she was Mozart! (Actually, she would attack the keyboard like a mouse was trapped under it.) But not anymore. Now she just sits on my lap the few times I play. (I think she likes how the notes feel.)