Photodump: Catty Valentinemas, Whorini!

So tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Not a holiday I choose to celebrate, because I don’t eat candy and I don’t like flowers. Live plants are cool — I just don’t like a big handful of dying things.

Although there’s always a cupcake cake …

I think it’s supposed to be a heart. Covered with bon-bons. Which are made out of poop-colored frosting. It’s too late in the season to send this over to our friends at CakeWrecks, so here it is. This was at our nearest Target, where the bakery always makes things that look a little weird.

I’ll have you know, friends, it’s not Valentine’s Day everywhere. Especially over at the nearest Winn-Dixie grocery store, where they still have really sparse and sad Christmas decorations up in the parking lot. All of the light posts were as ugly as this one. The store was pretty crap, as well. I’ll stick with Publix and Target.

Onward to the cats! Trouble was splayed oddly, so I took a picture before I poked her in the hock. Poor dear, she’s much lesser-known because Commie’s been a spotlight-hogger, what with his medical issues. He’s doing great, by the way. Still just a tiny bit of cloudiness on the lens of his eye, which the vets suspect is scarring. Otherwise, he’s seeing well and the swelling is gone.

Trouble also likes the “garden tub” at the new apartment. Because she’s always had a thing for sitting on the ledge and meowing at me when I take a bath.

This tub has nice, wide ledges. So she can really settle in comfortably to bitch me out.

The first time I tried to take a bath here, I only got it filled up about a third before the water got cold. Turns out that when this complex was built, all of the water heaters were put on the absolute lowest setting. And nobody who’d been in this unit minded. Not surprising; there are probably very few of us in Florida who want a scalding-hot shower. The maintenance guy turned it up, so now I can have a luxurious hot bath. Complete with cat.

The cats are digging the pond that we can see from our deck. There are almost always birds to chatter at. Here in Florida, most ponds have a fountain feature (that’s the concrete ring thingy) to keep the water from becoming stagnant. And in the last year or so, I’ve seen a number of ponds with fake birds in them. Fake ducks, fake geese, and fake … whatever these cement-gray things are. I don’t know their exact purpose — probably to scare away some other bird or predator or something. But you’ll frequently see actual birds sitting or standing on top of the fake birds. It’s hard to see because of the colors, but there are two fake birds pictured here, and there’s a long-legged craney herony bird standing on the top of each.

Last but not least, I hear that Words with Friends should be coming out for the Android platform this month. I currently play WordFeud (and if you’re on Android, I’m always up for a match) but once WWF comes out, I’ll gladly play both games. One can never have enough pseudoScrabble!

(By the way, “Whorini” used to be the name of my stripper-magician act.)

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  1. > (By the way, “Whorini” used to be the name of my stripper-magician act.)

    what is the name of your stripper-magician act now?


    missy Reply:

    Oh, I’ve put the act on the shelf. Older, saggier, less dextrous.


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