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Project 365, #97
Peticure. Culver City, CA
Posted by bpod at Saturday ~ April 04, 2007 | No Comments
Project 365, #31
Snuggled. Culver City, CA
Posted by bpod at Wednesday ~ January 01, 2007 | No Comments
Project 365, #23
Nana dreams. Culver City, CA
Posted by bpod at Tuesday ~ January 01, 2007 | No Comments
Project 365, #13
Fisheye fun. Culver City, CA
Posted by bpod at Saturday ~ January 01, 2007 | No Comments
We’re back
The cats remember who we are and aren’t too mad, the laundry is (mostly) done, and we’re being slugs today. Most importantly, we’re home. And it’s all good.
Posted by bpod at Monday ~ January 01, 2007 | No Comments
Category: neko
Señor Don Gato
It is common to hear silly little songs sung in this household. Most of these involve the cats, and last week was no exception. T began singing the first verse of this particular song, and I was immediately enchanted. A song about an anthropomorphic cat! With a Meow-Meow-Meow chorus! What’s not to like? Apparently this was a tune he learned in elementary school. He could only recall bits and pieces of the lyrics, so I searched the Internets for enlightenment. Oh Señor Don Gato was a cat “I adore you,” wrote the lady cat Oh, Don Gato jumped so happily! Then the doctors all came on the run, But in spite of everything they tried When the funeral passed the market square, OK, this is a bizarre song. Sure, it starts out simply enough - a cat receives a love letter from lady cat, love blooms… …followed by a tragic accident. Doctors are called, treatments unsuccessful, then Death. Sad! But then it gets weird: a trip to the cemetary, interrupted by re-animation of dead flesh! T confirms this sounds right to him. General reaction to the lyrics (I found them here, a blog also includes a link to a midi file for a sample of the tune) is split between “Oh yeah, I remember learning that song in school, thanks for the trip down memory lane!” and “What kind of whack school did you go to, where this freaky song was taught to its students?” Weird, yes, but I’m sure the kids love it.
On a high red roof Don Gato sat
He went there to read a letter,
Meow, meow, meow
Where the reading light was better,
Meow, meow, meow
‘Twas a love note for Don Gato!
Who was fluffy, white and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty,
Meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city,
Meow, meow, meow
And she said she’d wed Don Gato!
He fell off the roof and broke his knee.
Broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
Meow, meow, meow
And his little solar plexus,
Meow, meow, meow
“Ay Caramba!” cried Don Gato.
Just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation,
Meow, meow, meow
About how to save their patient,
Meow, meow, meow
How to save Señor Don Gato.
Poor Señor Don Gato up and died.
And it wasn’t very merry,
Meow, meow, meow
Going to the cemetery,
Meow, meow, meow
For the ending of Don Gato.
Such a smell of fish was in the air!
Though his burial was slated,
Meow, meow, meow
He became reanimated,
Meow, meow, meow
He came back to life, Don Gato!
Posted by bpod at Sunday ~ October 10, 2006 | No Comments
The cat’s house
While Ted and I have offered to go flying with various friends, we haven’t So I asked TT where she wanted to go for her first flight, and she said “The Cat’s House.” The Cat’s House is a private residence in San Diego, which is home to a couple of artists, a dog, and 11 cats. What makes their home unique is the manner in which they’ve decorated/altered it, for the comfort and enjoyment of their cats and the delight of cat-lovers everywhere: It’s really quite bewildering. 
actually taken many trips with additional passengers (which is kinda sad). When a couple of my friends recently brought up the topic of going flying I decided that this time we’d actually try to make it work.
Since 1987, our time has been spent altering the 1950’s Southern California tract house to satisfy the needs of the cats. We’re always a “work in progress.” Over one hundred feet of elevated walkway has been constructed to allow our felines to pass through walls and frolic overhead. Home is where our cats roam.
There are feline-themed tchotchkes everywhere. Literally. They cram shelves and curio cabinets, are nailed to walls, dangle from ceilings, and cover floors and surfaces in every room. I mean, I like cats and all, and I really enjoyed our visit, but living in a house like this seems as though it would be challenging.
Still, TT and I got to thinking about how cool it would be to have catwalks in ourhomes, with little “mouse hole” tunnels through the walls and kitties pattering overhead…
Posted by bpod at Sunday ~ September 09, 2004 | No Comments
Adventure cat
The last month or so, we’ve been letting the cats roam in the back yard off-leash. They LOVE to go outside. I mean, really, REALLY love going outside. I get a kick out of watching Jackson get all frisky and frolicsome, chasing after bugs, rolling around in the dirt, napping under the lemon tree… I swear he’s part dog. Bem is a handful (natch) and one must remain ever vigilant for escapes to the neighbors’ yards when she’s on the prowl. She is not only curious, she is a Cat Without Fear. And she is quickly learning that squirrels can be fun. Since he’s no longer tethered, Jackson has become more agressive in his assaults on furry backyard invaders…* *For you squirrelophiles out there, rest assured that the cats have bells on their collars and the squirrels can both see and hear the cats coming and have ample time to flee (trust me: this cat sat and waited for a good 5-7 minutes before making his move).
Posted by bpod at Tuesday ~ September 09, 2004 | No Comments
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