Silver thinks life is like a bowl of strawberries.
We remodeled the kitchen at the office this week. It all started Tuesday when I removed the cabinets in the storeroom so we could move the cabinets from the kitchen to the storeroom. Jake and I took out the lower cabinets in the kitchen and installed them in the storeroom, and then replaced the hot water shut-off in the kitchen. The new kitchen cabinets were installed on Wednesday. I installed a new, deeper sink and a new dishwasher. We have a new kitchen at the office.
Office kitchen before and after.
Coffee bar before and after.
Storeroom before and after.
Half moon and clouds this morning.
Spunk: “Life ain’t no stinking bowl of strawberries. It’s more like a stinking bowl of birdies!”
We had a cat 7 on the bed this morning. Having all seven cats on the bed at the same time is an extremely rare event. The cats from left to right: Glenda, Silver, Loki, Gwendolyn, Marble, Sasha, and Spunk.
I stayed in bed for an hour after I woke up. I wanted to let mostly sleeping cats lie. It was cold as hell inside and even colder outside when I got out of bed and checked the temperatures at 7:07 AM. It was probably a few degrees colder outside at 6:00 AM when I woke up. It was obviously cold enough that all the cats felt the need to be in bed with us.
Well, ya’ll, Spunk here. The temperature’s rising, and while the Paparazzo waters, he pesters us with his clicks. He’s such a pest, but at least the flowers are blooming.
Wisteria hanging in the hood
It’s me, Glenda. I’m enjoying the heat, the cat tree, and the blooming blooms! Fortunately, the pesky Paparazzo is smart enough to know he doesn’t need to water the cat tree. However, we need to make him understand he doesn’t need to water cats the same as plants when we are outside.
Bearded Iris
Look deep into my eyes, pesky Paparazzo! You are feeling sleepy, and sleepier. You’re asleep! You will not pour water on me or the other kitties when we are outdoors. We are Cats, not Plants!
Austrian Copper and Lady Banks
Good evening! Gwendolyn here. Let me tell you that the pesky Paparazzo Bugs! He’s way worse than Spot, the orange ladybug, hanging out on the Peony buds.
Okay, you stupid paparazzo. Enough flower photos already. You are wearing everyone out. Especially moi!
WARNING! Psychodilic features a Psycho Kitty, a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake, a Black Mamba, and colorful psychedelic patterns and holes that move in a regular, irregular fashion. The lyrics are nonsensical, as well. If you have tendencies toward Ailurophobia Psychopathesis (Fear of Psychopathic Cats), Ophidiophobia (Fear of Snakes), Trypophobia (Fear of clustered patterns of irregular holes), or Emetophobia (fear of vomiting), you might want to take a pass on viewing the above music video, and simply enjoy the photo of the sunset below.
Psychodelic Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[Chorus] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Verses] Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho colors are so hazy Psychopathic’s normal say How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy Psychopathy’s here to stay How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake I don’t even hesitate Feeling how it resonates I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake You know I hallucinate How it makes me salivate I bite the viper’s tongue
[chorus] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Bridge] See, Black Mambas are biting on my legs I’m still alive how can that be Their snaky licks, oh, how they tickle Keep your fangs to yourself I don’t want to die this way
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Guitar Solo]
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Verses] Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho colors are so hazy Psychopathic’s normal say How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy Psychopathy’s here to stay How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake I don’t even hesitate Feeling how it resonates I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake You know I hallucinate How it makes me salivate I bite the viper’s tongue
[Chorus/Outro] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
Geoff bitched at me last night for commenting on his photos rather quickly. I did make a quick pass through them. I can take in images rather quickly. However, I did not read anything he wrote. As I explained to him, my eyes are really messed up, so I can’t see very well to read right now. You may have noticed that I haven’t been posting the images I normally post this time of year, i.e., cranes, owls, other critters, the bosque, and the Rio Grande. With my bad eyes, I don’t feel like going out and looking for things to photograph. I’ve been working on music more than photography lately. As far as other bloggers’ posts, I can read short pieces, but I have to skim longer pieces if I read them at all. As far as a lot of bloggers’ posts I would normally comment on, I don’t comment if the posts require a lot of reading.
Anyway, took a bunch of photos today between working on music videos, watering, playing guitar, doing laundry and dishes, and hearing cats.
House Finch
Spunk in the rags. Marble under a hoodie over the heater vent.
Beaker. He doesn’t like his picture taken. He keeps moving so it’s hard to get a clear shot using effects.
It’s been a while since I recorded a new parody. Laurie suggested I write a parody of Elton John’s Benny And The Jets and call it Timmy And The Cats. So I did. And here it is.
Timmy and the Cats Music by Eton John Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price
Hey Cats, Beaker shakes loose feathers You’re scratching on something That was known as my black leathers You’ll kill a big fat mouse tonight, leaving it around I’m gonna hear kitties purring, hissing, solid scratching sound
So, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Hey Cats, even though you are wage-less You’re all so whiney, but Timmy makes it painless You’ll all survive, Timmy will make you something out of wood Where you fight with our parrots out on the sheets To find who’s bad and who’s good
So Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Say, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh whoa T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Timmae, Timmae and the Cats Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae Timmae and the Cats Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae and the Cats Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae Timmae, Timmae and the Cats Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae and the Cats Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae and the Cats Timmae
One night close to bedtime about three months ago, Spunk came running in from the catio. As he tore by me at full speed, I caught the full-on aroma of what had happened. Spunk got sprayed by a skunk that had slipped through the wire into the catio. Skunks are like snakes in that they can squeeze their bodies through almost anything their head fits through. A small skunk can easily slip through the 2×4 inch wire that covers the catio. After we got Spunk cleaned up the best we could, he had to sleep with me while he cleaned himself up during the night. He didn’t smell by morning, but when we went to bed, he was ripe with skunk spray. The experience inspired me to write and record Sleeping With A Stinky Cat. The song is played in a funk style.
Sleeping With A Stinky Cat By Timothy Price
Spunk met a skunk, yeah In the catio, no Got a blast in the face Oh that sent him on a race
He ran around the house like the devil on his tail Stinking up the place making everyone’s life hell
Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat Spunk needed comfort after the attack Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat My eyes are burning oh, Spunk is such a brat Lying on the bed, curled in a ball Sleeping with a stinky cat is no fun at all
I wiped his face, yeah Wrapped him in a towel, oh We rinsed his eyes at best Trying to reduce the stress
Spunk struggled, and he hissed, used his claws and fangs no less Scratches, bites to end the stress, I ended up a bloody mess
Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat Spunk needed comfort after the attack Now I have to sleep with a stinky cat My eyes are burning oh, Spunk is such a brat Lying on the bed, Spunk curled in a ball Sleeping with a stinky cat is no fun at all
Off Center & Not Even 