Tigger Dearest

Today I fell in love again.

On our trip to Johnson, we went walking at what was once called Married Student Housing near JSC. This was our first home in VT when we moved here from NYC and I was 7. Luckily, the craptastical apartments are surrounded by wild massive woods which we loved exploring as kids.

On our way into the woods we met this little flea of a cow cat who looked like Crawford's body double.

He bounced along after us into the woods and followed along side at an erratic pace.

We were being stalked! Hunted by Tigger!

He bounded up trees, bunny-hopped to keep up and dive-bombed us out of nowhere.

I have heard of these kind of dog-like cats that follow you around on walks but never had the pleasure of meeting one until today.

By the time we got back we were both smitten. Tigger had no collar but he looked fed and cared for. I asked some people if he had an owner and they were clueless. So we left Tigger in his woodsy paradise. I hope he has a warm home. What a champ.

Musical Chairs

Hey, you in MY BED Crawford!

BIG DEAL! We can share this bed! Then we can cuddle like this!
I dunno, is not big nuff...you taking up too much space cat!
Fine, I sit in your bed then! How you like it?
Hrumph, you big baby.

Mommy's Chair is big enough for everybody!

Cat Chases Bird

Meet the Cat Behind the Artist

Time spent with cats is never wasted.
Colette

And the quiet cat
sitting by the post
Perceives the moon

-Kerouac

Klimt hugged cats and wore smocks. Word.

There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life:
music and cats.
Schweitzer

I love Goma more and more every day. Cat lovers are good company.

Lucy and Crawford

Lucy LOVES the snow. She is ambivalent about her fancy HOT PINK handmade sweater from Soho. It gives me such pleasure to watch her bouncing through the snowdrifts.

GO LUCY GO!


Crawford may not enjoy the snow so much (I know, I tried it) but he sure does love his birdie. At the end of the video Lucy's yawn translates to, "My turn!"

Simpsons R Us

Hmmm...something looks mighty familiar here...
Burns: [admiring Santa's Little Helper]
Why, here's a fellow.
Wiry. Fast. Firm, proud buttocks.
Reminds me of me.
Homer: Oh. Well, I won't be lonely.
I can always cuddle with the dog.
[cuddles Santa's Little Helper] Mmm.
At least everyone knows I'm smarter than you!

If Lucy is Santa's Little Helper, then that makes Crawford Snowball I.

Homer: Oh, Marge, but...we've needed a new air conditioner for years! And our stop-gap solution is getting cranky!

[Snowball, in the corner, is fanning a giant ice cube with a fan tied to her tail. She meows angrily.]

Let's investigate:

In various episodes, Santa's Little Helper can be seen chewing on the newspaper and other objects in the Simpson's household (sometimes ignored or tolerated by the family), tearing up the furniture, digging holes in the backyard and eating food from the living room table.

That sounds about right....

Snowball, a white female cat who died and only briefly appeared in a flashback in the series, but has been mentioned numerous times.
Like most cats, Snowball enjoyed playing with yarn, petting, and coughing up large chunks of her own fur.

Could be...
Marge: This is the best gift of all, Homer.
Homer: It is?
Marge: Yes, something to share our love - and frighten prowlers.
Bart: And if he runs away, he'll be easy to catch.Yep, it's a match and I getta be Homer and Marge rolled into one. Thanks for the pic and the wedding gown Molly!

Will this blog get renamed The Lucy and Crawford Show?
Chances are good...

Sock Madness

All for me! All for me!
OH BOY!


Eye do not zink zo yew slobbering canine!


Zese socks belong to moi, zee superior feline,
Monsieur Pawford Himself, zee Mayor of Clawfordville!


Und don't even TRY to steal my
cashmere und merino wool yew beast!


Hrumph.
Still gots my Darn Tuffs!