Today I celebrate Greg, tall and elegant, who named his cat Dog...what more need one say?

I may have already used this sequence and if I have, I'll fix it later. I have a dilemma...a rather fun dilemma but a dilemma. I was involved in the rescue of a wonderful little cat, Charley, declawed on all four paws. He has joined a British lady of 90 who still drives and walks her son's labradoodle daily. The problem is that she has renamed him (operative word) Pixie. He is rather pixie like and evidently she comes from that part of England where pixies are very much a part of the folklore but...how do I tell the cat rescuer who facilitated the rescuer and who is quite literal? The other rather poignant reason why the lady has used the name Pixie is because when she was 11(79 years ago) she and her best friend came down with tuberculosis. She survived; her friend died...and her friend's name was Pixie...so I think I will just avoid the car rescuer's queries. The cat is just very happy to have a lap to curl up on!

The dorky computer kid in the back of the computer is at it again. You don't really want to write here; you want to write there so I will reply with my favourite line, "Whatever."

The flower people in the botanical gardens have really tried hard and I respect their craftsmanship but it doesn't compare to the real thing!

I can just sit and look at a page such as the following and smile and smile and smile and remember how these wonderful dogs loved to lean against one just to ensure their presence!

http://www.fernhill.com/whats-new/january-2011-to-february-2012/

I grew up in an era where there were schools for Protestants and Catholics...my friend attributes her life path to the Sisters of Saint Joseph and the Sisters of Mercy...I don't know whether I would have survived the nuns but they certainly stood her in good stead...and I rather like to say Hail Mary's when I'm in trouble...

I suppose I am overdoing the Chihuly...but it's such a neat name!

On the art of aging:
The thought has crossed my mind that perhaps I should go gray...My hair dresser has promised that once it no longer works, she will tell me. She will line up behind those who have promised to tell me when I should go into assisted living - there's a euphemism!
But I have to confess that I really don't dwell on it and when a voice cries out of the crowd, "Miss Machin?!" I know I have to keep the colour not to look younger but so that students from bygone years will still recognize me!

Today I met a dog named Magoo...I had to look up the reference....There was a comic character named Mr. Magoo who was profoundly near-sighted...This dog, a lovely golden leggy cross between a German Shepherd and a thousand other breeds has been blind since birth...As soon as one spoke, he headed for you! How wonderful that someone took the risk...

I have spent the last two days with two photographers who take their work very seriously and they are very good...I am intimidated...

Yesterday we went to the Botanical Gardens

To day we went to the museum...I rather liked the synchronicity!

My vet is in the process of rescuing a kitten. The family is debating the name. Her daughter wants to call her Ciboulette...which I am rather fond of...her husband is has chosen Dijon...since the kitten is orange..and her six year old son? He is keen on the name Soupe (They are a French family.) ! Why? Because he likes soup. When I left the clinic we were all still laughing but you know what? The name is growing on me!

I sense I may have already posted this Nantucket cat. I took the picture years ago....What I should have taken a picture of was the bush of white snowy egrets that he or she was stalking! But I remember that cat...it may just have been the first time I said to myself, "I think I should get me a cat!"

A thought stolen from Gordon:
Is a stray thought like a stray cat?

Does it just need to be rescued, fed, nurturedand groomed until it becomes your guard?

This blog was intended to catch my stray thoughts. Alas, there are times that when I come here...and I have already forgotten my stray thought!
I still follow animalarium - there is a poignant post on it about the loss of a cat and I thought of Charlotte. She was a gutsy lady. I use the names of my various cats as passwords...sometimes, I forget which one and have to go through a whole litany...but Charlotte is my guard cat - I know the accounts she belongs to.

I would love to be described as having a gift of disruptive wonder. At the moment, all I seem to have is gas.