Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Yesterday when Mom went outside to go to work I heard
the biggest, tastiest looking, bird snack taunting her. It
sat right on the fence and squawked next to her head.
Mom said it was a scrub jay and it was as bold as can be.
If I were Mom I would have eaten it. Yum! Mom feeds the
bird-snacks. She thinks that this helps to keep us entertained.
I tell you what, it makes all of our mouths water. We want to
taste these yummy looking bird-snacks and we don't care
about the seeds. The only things that seeds are good for is
that they grow moths that we get to chase (that is the seeds
kept to feed the indoor bird-snacks).

Nimbus got a yellowjacket the other day and he lost a little bit
of enthusiasm for moth hunting. Like I said before, Phoebe
sings to them and hopes that she can get one in her mouth.
Velvet likes them, too. Nimbus says that Mom always has a
pet spider that comes in with the plants. A great big jumping
spider that Mom names and calls her pet. She usually thinks of
dumb names. Mom doesn't let anyone kill her pet spider. She
likes it when her "pet" goes on the ceiling and scares any guests.
Mom's guests thinks she's kind of weird. Mom and Dad's
neighbors call her "the eccentric artist or musician".

When Mom and Dad first moved to the neighborhood 16 years
ago, some of their "interesting" friends helped out with the move.
All of the neighbors got scared by the tie-dye and weird clothes.
The first neighbor-given nickname for Chez Lapin was "Hippie House".
This was not given as a compliment. After they all figured out that
Mom was an "artist" and "musician" and basically harmless, they
changed "Hippie House" to "the house where the eccentric artist lives".
Sheesh, people! Animals don't think and judge this way. I'm glad I'm
a feline.

Last night Mom was doing "art". She's trying to figure out what gifts
to make for who for Christmas/Yule. Velvet kept trying to lay all on
her paper and books and did not especially appreciate being moved off
of the paper and books. Mom told Velvet that if she did not co-operate
that Santa would not be bringing her stuff for her stocking. Mom then
told us that we are going to get locked up in our spaces for Halloween
and we would not get to see the trick-or-treaters. She said that she
didn't want us to run out the door (Velvet actually tries and has succeeded
in doing just this and Dad had to grab her by her tail). I say, "Bummer!".
I want to see all the kids and weird costumes. Oh, well.

love,
Dakota, Pixie-Bob