Symmetry and Art on Saturday

 Building Art. 

Wish you were here.  

I watched the artists at work, the letters are 3D.  

It is on a busy street without much legal parking so I never stop

Guess where???

If you said LOGAN'S you would be right.

Nature, Feline and Final Fiction Friday

Today my nephew Rocky is in charge of all three hops!!! Using photos, words and lyrics.

  Nature Friday host LLB Gang  and Feline Friday  host Comedy Plus

Our Hostess with the mostest

 Wild YAM sent us a new and very pretty badge for FFF
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Dearest Auntie HiC

 They’re Baaaaack!!!

The deer have returned and they’re chomping away on the ivy. 

I’m training them to eat the grass so Mom won’t have to mow as often! 😹

Mom says it’s always a joy to see them, even when they have a mouthful of ivy. 😻

I’m staying inside so they don’t nibble on me❣️😹❤️

Now for the most impawtant part of Feline Friday ME!!!

 Monday August 22, I went to my vet for my annual checkup & shots. Vet tech Tara took me in back to weigh me (10.5 lbs of purr-fection), 

and when she brought me back she told Mom I had been saying dirty words! Teeheehee!

😹😹😹

 Dearest Rocky 

I think Mom needs to remind the deer of this song.

 Moms and teachers used to sing it to their children all the time.

HERE IS the song 

from the mid 1940's 

It starts out.....

“Mares eat oats

Does eat oats (not ivy) 

Little lambs eat Ivy”

Good job getting them to eat the green grass, maybe they will think it is ivy!

Oh Rocky Auntie HiC is so very happy your annual Vet visit went well. You are 10.5 pounds furry love

Mol mol mol Good idea to remind Vet Tech Tara you are Rocky da boss man.  

BTW your eyes are absolutely gorgeous

Lovingly your Auntie HiC 

Thoroughly Poetic Thursdays #83

   Today is Poetic Thursday hosted by our pals Teddy and Angel Sammy 

at Two Spoiled Cats

Today's photo prompt is

Early Happy Birthday (August 28) to Big M aka Sis of Angel Madi...this photo challenge reminded me of her first set of wheels. This is a recycled poem in 2020, it was # 1 of 83 Thoroughly Poetic Thursday Challenges.

Big M 

(her Dad gave her that nickname and sometimes still uses it)

In 1972 she was out of the playpen
the but the tree was in.
She had inquisitive hands.
It looked funny but at least it would not
fall on her head.
She was ready to go but her legs were slow.
She had wheels but was lacking skills.
Our hope was by spring she'd grow.
No worries though she traversed the living room
like a pro.
Oh that look of pure glee on her first Christmas
remains in my mind's eye to this very day.

Wordless Wednesday at Seaboard Café

 

Thanks to our 

Hostess Sandee at Comedy Plus 

Happy Tuesday

 

Thank you to our 

 Hostess Sandee at Comedy Plus 

Dearest Auntie HiC

I know you and Mom have been reading the FBI K-9 series by Sara Driscoll, about K9 Agent Meg and her black Lab Hawk.  Mom says it brings back memories of our sweet Buddy.

He was such a gentle soul, and I loved cuddling with him.

He was big, goofy, handsome, and a lover❣️Always in our hearts. ❤️

Volume up please...

❤️ Kat

Kat the squeal you just heard was Auntie.  Oh do I love the memories I have from my very first blogging days of Da Lab Trio of Buddy, Sassy and Zack.  You sweet kitty were very lucky to known and loved Buddy.  He was such a gentle soul. He sure did have a spring in his step in the video.  I bet he was heading toward you sweet Mama.

Lovingly Auntie HiC