Rainy Daze with Bingo & Tabby

It has been another week of rain-rain-rain!  Here's Bingo all nestled in at the end of the hall:

Hullo.

In my office, when I eat lunch, Bingo assumes her position:

Hullo. 

Waiting patiently to lick my bowl.

 A rare non-raining moment this week:

*sniff*
I don't know WHAT she was smelling, but she tried to pee on my flowers!
Woah, there! What're ya doin'? Grass! Pee on the grass! 

Tabby joining us.

 Down at the lake:

I didn't get a shot of it, but Bingo was watching a blue heron fly across the lake.

And here's an excerpt from my journal this week:

Friday, July 12th
Bingo likes to lick the rain off the tall blades of grass at the front of the driveway, which is rather like a wet weather creek bed. She delicately steps throuugh the puddles like she's wearing rain boots. Funny what I remember sometimes. On a day like this, Barkley would have stayed glued at the threshold as I tried to coax her out of the house. As Bingo continues her ritualistic grass-licking, Tabby-the-rain-hater is planted on the front porch meowing v. loudly in protest of the surrounding wetness. I stand in the rain, getting drenched, cat meowing & dog grass licking. Then Tabby makes a valiant effort at navigating non-puddley spots in the driveway to join us. But abandons his mission at the trash can & makes a dash back to the porch.

Sunday Morning: Sunny!

On our last walk on Saturday night, as we headed up the driveway, Bingo suddenly lurched into the woods in this area:

So on Sunday morning, she was all sniffy. I have no idea what it was--just glad it wasn't a skunk!

See what she's done here?

Rounding up trees with the leash. 

 While I'm standing there negotiating the leash, Tabby is weaving himself between my legs in a circle 8 pattern.

I got her back around to this point. Then I had to whip the leash around the one tree.

 In the grass at the beginning of the driveway:

Again, Tabby doing circle 8's & then goes into stealth mode like the big cats: 

Watching Bingo.

 What are you going to do, Tabby?

Nothing. Bingo walks by.

 And down to the lake:

All brown again from the rain-rain-rain we've had. 

I think she was looking at a dog that was barking across the lake. 

 What you don't hear is the sound salad symphony of sounds from the lake; the GLUG-GLUG-GLUG of the bull frogs calling back 'n' forth and the BLOOP! as they slide into the water as we get closer.  And T-Bob calling thru the woods with his M--OW. M--OW. M--OW.  All the way down. 

Back up the path.

Bingo runs up the trail & Tabby coming to greet us (finally) rushes up a tree:

Blending rather well, don't you think?  

And that was our week.  :-) 

Neil deGrasse Tyson

AWESOME.

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It's E.B. White's Birthday today.  :-)

And to quote Dave Dobson, "I wonder what you can get curious about."  :-)

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The Top 5 Regrets of the Dying

The Top 5 Regrets of the Dying:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

Bingo

We had a lot of rain this past week. Here's our walk down to the lake on a a dryish day when I could take pictures:

Across the bridge.

Look how brown the lake is!

Bingo kept looking this way.

Still alert. See her fur? She's been molting like an alpaca in Spring.

Down to the pier. We don't go down it when it's been raining--too slippery!

I didn't think I'd gotten a photo of what she was looking at until I downloaded the card:

There were 2 guys in a boat, near the shore. SHE knew they were there; I was rather oblivious!

And inside, for most of the week, Bingo was wearing her Thundershirt:

This is where she likes to stay if it's thundering; under my desk. I keep thinking I should brave the cave crickets in the shed and get out Barkley's old dog crate for her.

Back outside. 

Tabby joins us.

This was new:

I don't know what she was smelling:

*sniff*

Leaping off.

 And onto a log:

My view much of the time as she churns around the brush.

She sometimes reminds me of a bear.

Another attempt to go down the pier. Not yet, B-Dog.

Tabby on the same spot that Bingo went to.

Aaaand leaping down. This would be super-impressive in focus!

And back up the trail to the house.  :-)