tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27841003435921234092024-03-13T13:39:57.941-07:00today...MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.comBlogger579125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-14969897623957207332015-12-04T09:04:00.001-08:002015-12-04T09:04:25.693-08:00Sweet Cakes on the StairsIt has been a very long time and still not so long that I would not be able to remember earlier posts.
I like to say that I have been super busy.
I am not sure why I have decided to unnecessarily throw a few words out there in cyberspace but we decided to do it.
As you may or may not recall this is Mr Sweet Pants. We have many names for him, one that suits him particularly MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-14153348744858321902015-03-31T12:00:00.001-07:002015-03-31T12:00:25.327-07:00In sunshine...
Mr Sweet Pants is a quiet sort of fellow at times.
I find that he profile is baby-like
and the tail-puller finds his pants to be sweet and well-fitted.
He prefers to look big, like a jungle cat
and I suppose that is how he is inside his kind little heart.
Augustus and I were keeping each other company that morning...
March ends today...may it be sunny forMrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-17657064082403078722015-03-23T15:15:00.001-07:002015-03-23T15:38:50.439-07:00Our OllieOllie ollie
Dear Friends,
Our precious Ollie was killed this morning, hit by a car. We grieve his loss. Spring is not spring-like today and I suppose that is called life.
Ciao!
MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-3948994838243702152015-03-16T14:44:00.000-07:002015-03-16T14:44:12.795-07:00Cat boys took me through our woods...It was March 14th and we were not thinking of the date for any particular reason, maybe only to fix a date on the warm space between us.
The surroundings were quiet, filled only and mostly with those sounds that cats hear. The cat boys were in good form as evidenced by their walking together, and so I felt pleased.
An upward gaze and
a hop later
Mr Sweet Pants found himself perched MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-40506390236321435622015-03-09T15:51:00.001-07:002015-03-09T15:51:39.503-07:00What to do with one's fur day in and day out....
Ollie decided to show us how to adorn our hairs and furs if life got too boring...
Augustus did not want any part of this, and he thought his stripey fur needed no adornment.
Cat boys send love and best wishes...
Ciao!MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-43009877563166370202015-03-04T09:27:00.001-08:002015-03-04T09:27:22.684-08:00Early morning one day in MarchNot all early mornings are created equal and every morning when we go out to check the neighborhood, our back yard, we go as if we are going there for the first time.
Usually Ollie and I go there first and then Gus joins us from the wall above. Every morning he likes to go say hi to the neighbor across the wall, Pam. I know he goes there because he smells like perfume and cigarettes.MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-74157937664953044882015-01-28T14:46:00.002-08:002015-01-28T14:46:08.761-08:00....this was October two years ago...
Orangey was walking intently, I could tell from the expression on his face and his gait.
The slanky Sweet Pants could not resist the urge
to hide
and perform a sneak attack.
Refreshed, the two followed me.
I made this post in October of 2013. It is a good thing that sometimes I prepare draft blog posts for later use because lately I have not been able to do MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-22890560633282651382014-12-04T15:07:00.001-08:002014-12-04T15:07:59.344-08:00He meowed to show me this...That morning I was indoors and the door was open, the way it usually is.
I heard his repeated meows, gentle but persistent. I finally decided that the cat was summoning, and so I went out to see Mr Sweet Pants with his lizard.
Wow! "Good Boy", I said. This must be his first lizard!
He looked at it,
touched it with gentle paws to make it move,
held it in place gently whenMrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-11623118125383211142014-12-02T12:55:00.005-08:002014-12-02T12:55:50.929-08:00Loving those cat boys with all my might...It was a rare quiet moment one November morning, and might I add that not many people know the actual value nor the meaning of quiet. I was invited to go out for a roam, something the neighbors still find odd after all these years. Some cat things were done, including cat kisses,
cat strolls in seemingly random directions,
expressions of astonishment at a thought that might pop MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-20474220338098771292014-11-14T11:15:00.001-08:002014-11-14T11:15:06.445-08:00November strollsOn this particular morning Gussy examined Ollie closely...I think Ollie had tuna on his breath.
The rose in the courtyard looked particularly lovely until I noticed that is was hosting a bunch of bugs under its petals...so sad.
The big Orange was running around hastily, a new strategy he has devised to confuse his brother Augustus, and to disappear for the day.
I have told MrLittleJeans thatMrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-36585503456809009512014-10-28T13:09:00.002-07:002014-10-28T13:18:11.425-07:00October 28, 2014While the evenings might give the impression that life is still in our household, judging by an upside down Mr Puffy Pants (aka Ollie and Gingerella),
and the boys/men in the family room defining a triangular plane,
and Mr Puffy Pants again, now fallen on another corner of the plane,
and Mr Sweet Pants, the precious one,
and the still plants out in the patio,
this impression is MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-24875227168853266722014-03-19T14:31:00.000-07:002014-03-19T14:31:38.782-07:00Spring is here all too fast...even though not fast enough for those who have endured a long and hard winter.
The skies that cover our complex belong to heavenly places, we are so thankful for the blues and greens and the white smeared above us.
Down below a few flowers adorn the beaten land of our back yard only once a year and that seems to be just enough, making us appreciate their beauty even more.
Two cuties pies MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-486286664424947562014-03-07T16:57:00.000-08:002014-03-07T16:57:01.134-08:00...when plans changeWhen Gussy looked back on our way out yesterday I knew I had to follow his gaze.
Behind, Ollie was rolling on the floor seemingly practicing a good back stroke probably because it had rained some days ago.
Then he pretended to be an opera singer, a worth effort in my opinion because he has the most beautiful vocal cords.
Augustus said that he could not look anymore.
Then he MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-67485297684989237732014-02-06T15:59:00.000-08:002014-02-06T15:59:29.580-08:00The situation room....
A very handsome dove was sitting in the branches, no need to seek shelter because his
ginger hunter was easily out of reach.
I felt I had to soothe his nerves with some treats that he counted carefully
and a little bit of coffee, which he did not care for so
we went to the cement pond.
In another corner I was more fascinated by the leaves,
soMrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-36371139347258488332014-02-04T09:31:00.001-08:002014-02-04T09:50:50.786-08:00following their paws here and thereThe cat boys may now be referred to as cat junior youth. They run around with fast paws and I am lucky if I get glimpses of them here and there. Just like any mom would wonder I too wonder how these cat boys grew up so fast.
Last weekend one set of paws was found on a ledge
and the other set was resting on another ledge.
I walked around examining the surroundings, mostly the MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-50124704606232819132014-01-13T13:51:00.000-08:002014-01-13T13:51:31.096-08:00Sunday moments with the cat boys...
No words today. Only images from yesterday.
Cat boys sent you their best wishes for a lovely new week.
Ciao everyone!
PS- there are a few cat totes for those who like to own one. See here and email the cats.MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-76307736847170536212014-01-10T10:09:00.000-08:002014-01-10T10:09:51.933-08:00A Special Blog Post for Umber Dove
A bright and clear morning, the dove was sitting high in the silvery pink branches.
Mr Sweet Pants (his full name Augustus Gorba Stripester) and
Mr Puffy Pants (his full name Ollie Anderdunk Gingerella) who also go by other appellations
were telepathying with one of their favorite artists, the lovely UmberDove, who had been feeling less than well.
When Sweet pants sprung into action
MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-83615629564647940322014-01-07T13:19:00.000-08:002014-01-07T13:19:49.611-08:00Loving those ear lobes...Last Sunday morning I was admiring furry ear lobes.
A pair of them were right by my side
while the second pair was hidden in the thick green of the unpretentious backyard.
Mr Sweet Pants who had obviously heard my inner thoughts, mostly admiring his gorgeous ear lobes, glanced towards me,
and then walked over while mumbling a little bit to himself. He can be quite talkative.
MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-12969045538580900582014-01-02T13:25:00.000-08:002014-01-02T13:25:02.231-08:00SPACE2014The skies were blue on that first day of 2014.
I found the cat boys at their usual best...Mr Puffy Pants spying on
Mr Sweet Pants who was checking the electric circuit boxes.
We decided to join them....
MrLittleJeans grabbed the Sweet Pants by his tail for a kiss on the wall while
I got busy gathering grass for Mr Puffy Pants ...
who munches on salads like no other cat we have seen.
MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-33727233757311017572013-12-18T16:39:00.000-08:002013-12-18T16:39:05.087-08:00Two wise cat boys...
Well, the camera is back and I still see one dust particle in addition to bonus noise when the lens moves in and out to focus but I have chosen to ignore those bonuses.
Last Sunday was my first chance in a long long time to spend quality time with the cat boys. They took me to the back yard where we sat in several different configurations and we pondered. The game was and always MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-76720581718968666902013-12-05T10:50:00.000-08:002013-12-05T10:50:11.177-08:00the best we can do now...My camera is at the shop for dust removal.
When I told the man that I put my camera in my pocket along with cat treats, bird seeds, sunflower seeds for squirrels, and some catnip, he first gave me a semi-dirty look, and then when he realized that the cat boys took morning walks with me and loved treats and loved to see birds and squirrels while they ate, then he softened up. He showed me MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-65841240786791965482013-11-26T11:40:00.000-08:002013-11-26T11:40:34.402-08:00our grateful atoms....
Our favorite holiday is a couple of days away and we are focused more than usual on gratitude and thankfulness. These thoughts were floating through my mind as I was watching the cat boys in the back over the weekend.
The temperatures were cool, the sun was shining bountifully and two cat boys had chosen our company over the company of many other creatures.
One honey colored MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-4157523996997182652013-11-19T09:27:00.000-08:002013-11-19T09:27:46.864-08:00An Enlightened Sunday
Sunday was a day of weather delights as the autumn sun decided to burn off the early morning clouds, and cool, clean air filled the spaces of this town. Birds were chirping and hopping, squirrels were running about, and I had two cats wanting to show me around.
The morning felt so good that thinking was not allowed. Sometimes I led and they followed, and other times they ledMrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-10780957505540361282013-11-12T11:10:00.003-08:002013-11-12T11:10:23.248-08:00Beauty Itself....
The wind was brisk and we saw the leaves falling down, not like rain that falls perpendicular to the earth unless strong winds are sweeping them away but sort of like kettle cooked potato chips falling from the skies. We heard them falling and I am not sure why that was so mesmerizing.
There was a certain energy in that back yard. Two squirrels hugged the pine in tight grips and MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784100343592123409.post-52521919346962558432013-11-06T09:06:00.000-08:002013-11-06T09:06:19.481-08:00one Sunday morning not too long ago...To be frank, had someone told me ten years ago that I'd be sitting on a patio one beautiful Sunday morning doing brunch with two cat boys...I would have said, "whaaa"?
And now, here I am in the company of two cat boys, one Sunday morning.
This is how we live.
Mr Sweet Pants was both slanky and in good humor after eating his Tuna and Turkey Tickles.
He decided to sit on the patio wall and MrsLittleJeanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08261467265044347736noreply@blogger.com9