If you have ever wondered what hornworms (often called tomato worms) turn into, this giant Rustic Sphinx Moth (Manduca rustica) is one example. They also turn into the common Sphinx Moth or what is often called the Hummingbird Moth. The big boy was born in the catio this morning, so it’s a Euinox Rustic Sphinx Moth. Laurie saw the kitties looking interested as the moth crawled across the floor (wings not dry enough for it to fly). She snatched it up and put it outside the catio, out of reach of the cats.
Rustic Sphinx Moth on my hand for scale. It was about 3 inches long.
Spunk trying on his Equinox Wings.
Loki started celebrating Equinox with a bit of catermortis. Silver and Glenda are in the background.
Marble Hot & Fresh in Fall colors in Minutes.
A big hand blessing the beginning of Autumn at Dawn.
Labored on Labor Day And wore out the Spunk Cleaning, organizing And throwing out junk Recovered the bench press And Hung up the bikes New Naugahyde stretched And paw prints delight
Glenda (foreground), and Gwendolyn (background) are in the catio looking for birthday birds. They were born on July 4, 2020.
Gwendolyn: “Three Years! That makes me like 28 years old!”
Gwendolyn (looking at the camera) and Glenda napping together on the deck.
Glenda reflecting
Spunk wrote a Heavy Metal parody called Death To All But Kitties for Glenda and Gwendolyn for their 3rd birthday. The lyrics are brutal, so dog lovers might not take well to Spunk’s parody. All of the cats dislike dogs, but Gwendolyn despises dogs more than anything. The first time Tristan brought Jake to the house, Gwendoly injured her spine trying to escape the monster dog that invaded her space. Jake only be’d a dog, but he really scared Gwendolyn. She lost the use of her legs for a week from her spinal injury. We were really worried about her. When she has gotten careless jumping on things or playing rough with the other kitties, she has reinjured her spine and again lost mobility in her hind legs. She still high-tails it when Tristan brings the dogs over, but she hasn’t injured herself in over a year.
Death To All But Kitties Lyrics by Spunk Kitty Music by Steel Panther
All right! Meow!
Down with stupid dogs, I’m spraying on the wall They look like shaggy retards licking on their balls Pluto is a fool, and so is Scooby doo Sniffing each other’s butts and rolling in their poo
They lick their butts, and people’s faces with their grody tongues Everybody shout, “Kitties rule! Cats are fun!”
Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties
Death to all Dalmatians. Did you get their gist? They’re whizzing on the fires, getting burnt to a crisp Wearing black polka dots, really stupid critters Eating Tootsie Rolls that we bury in our litter
Where are the Stray Cats? And Sylvester, too? We strut around and act weird; that’s what kitties do
Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties
Kill those dumb old doggies who have a pedigree They can hump on your leg all night; you won’t disagree
Kill sassy Lassie leaving Timmy in the well Kill Old Yeller too. Been done? Oh, what the hell? Screw Lady and the Tramp, death to Red Dog Blue They can do the doggie shag. Wouldn’t that be cool?
Frankenweenie is a drag, Snoopy, don’t come home Let ’em fight it out in a thunder dome
Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties Death to all but kitties
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!”
Off Center & Not Even 