Category Archives: Gypsy

Just Kitties

It’s been a while since any of the kitties have been featured here on These Days. And apparently, their little feelings have been hurt. So today, it’s all about the kitties:

One day last week, Motor Man had gotten home before I did. When I walked in, this was the cozy scene:

And Gypsy, enjoying a bag …

…as only a kitty can.

Marshall often shares pictures with me of his three kitties. He said he caught Chessie right in the middle of a good “scratching session”:

This is his kitty, Snugg, who obviously knows when his picture is being taken:

And Screamer, who is also a bit of a “ham”:

Hopefully, the kitties will be happy now with a little time in the spotlight. And I must say that I enjoy posting about them much more than…..(eek) snakes.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

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Random Five Friday

Closing out the week with some randomness:

1.) Motor Man and I took a quick day trip to the Carova area of the Outer Banks earlier this week.  We actually lost count of how many horses we saw ON. THE. BEACH. The flies were bothersome, and when that happens, the horses head to the water’s edge for relief.  And because so many harems were in the same location, there was lots of action among the stallions.

2.) For the past few weeks, I’ve been fighting what I thought was tendonitis in my foot. An urgent care visit last week, along with a week’s regimen of prednisone, icing, and compressing provided no relief. So yesterday, I saw my podiatrist. After an x-ray, which showed no fractures, he diagnosed severe inflammation. An ouchie cortisone shot followed, and now I’m in a surgical boot until there’s some relief.  But….the squirrel bird feeders were empty, so… (And, yes, Motor Man would gladly have filled them for me, but I’m a bit on the stubborn side.)

3.) It seems I now have a pet crow.  He sits on this almost-too-small perch and caws at me while I’m in the yard.

4.) I thought this was an interesting shot.  As you may recall reading here before, Gypsy loves playing in her water bowl.  I’m not sure the reason why. Earlier this week, she jumped up in my lap immediately after some water-play. You just gotta love the durability of denim.

5.) This Sunday is our annual memorial day service at the “Old Brick Church” Cemetery in Bacon’s Castle. It’s a tradition that began LONG before my time. Weather permitting, the service is held outside near the ruins of the old church c. 1639. At this time, it’s looking as though, this year, we’ll be having it inside at a nearby church.

Enjoy your weekend!

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: “That” Look

Happy Monday! Gypsy here with the mews.

Today, I just have a photo to share with you.  Motor Mommy snapped it one day last week. I was in “my spot” on Motor Man’s desk, and he was busy…I can’t recall if he was researching horsepower on his computer or on the phone talking with someone about horsepower or thinking about horsepower….but he wasn’t paying any attention to ME.

Now, you may wonder why Motor Mommy didn’t just rub my tummy. Well, that’s because HER time to rub my tummy is when she first arrives at the office. I won’t even let her walk, because I lie down on the floor right in front of her.  Then she usually stoops down to rub me, or sometimes she even sits down on the floor with me.

But, after that, it’s Motor Man’s attention that I’m seeking. And, on this particular day, at this moment, he had horsepower on his mind, not Gypsy.

So, I just had to give him “that” look, and he knew that I really, really, really needed a tummy rub.

Works every time. (wink, wink)

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: I Was Good!

Hi, readers. Gypsy here, reporting the Mews today.

Last week, I had to go for the dreaded check-up at the vet’s office.  It’s SO furry traumatic for us kitties: being coaxed crammed put in that little cage-thing, then riding in whatever that big noisy thing on wheels is, then arriving at the vet’s office and hearing those other kitties meowing and dogs barking and panting and slobbering….. well, you get the idea.

But I love my vet, Dr. Betty. She tells me I’m a beautiful kitty and that helps ease my anxiety about being prodded and poked.  I like the assistant too…. he’s furry gentle and was so nice to me.

I had to get TWO shots, but I sat still as could be for those. And I’ve lost a few ounces, and you know how us girls always like to learn that we’ve lost a little weight.  AND Dr. Betty says I’m purrfectly healthy.

Motor Mommy took this picture of my in my pretty blue carrier while we were waiting for my appointment. That’s one of Motor Man’s shirts in the bottom of my carrier. . He and Motor Mommy put that in there, so I would have something I was comfortable with to make me feel better. I do love my Motor Man.

Mommy said I was a furry good kitty.  I only meowed a few times on the short distance to the vet’s office, and on the way back to our shop, I didn’t make a sound. I just knew I was heading home then, and efurrything was going to be okay.

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: Invasion Of Privacy

Hello, readers, and welcome to the month of April! I’m an indoor kitty, so the weather doesn’t really matter to me, but my pawrents say they sure are ready for some spring-like temperatures.

Now, onto this week’s mews: I can’t help but wonder what life was like before everyone carried a cell phone with a built-in camera.

A kitty can’t even enjoy a good old ‘swallow-the-earth’ yawn in her own bed without it being recorded for posterity.

Yes, I should be very embarrassed, but my sweet Motor Man took this picture, so in that case, it’s okay. You do know he just could be my furry favorite purrson……

((But don’t tell Motor Mommy, ’cause she makes sure I have food and fresh water and changes my litter box.)

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: Gypsy’s Got Talent

Happy Monday, readers! Gypsy here with today’s post.

If my pawrents had any doubt that I have talent, that all changed last week. While they were busy at their desks working, I was over in one of the office chairs that I have officially claimed for my own. Later, Motor Mommy said that she knew I was over there pawing at Motor Man’s two work shirts that were on the chair. I have also claimed those as mine.

When Motor Mommy glanced over, this is what she saw:

She couldn’t figure out how I had managed to get UNDER one of those shirts. All. By. Myself.

A few minutes later (after she’d gone back to her work), she looked to find that I had actually turned myself around and gotten even further under the shirt, pulling it off the back of the chair.

Then I decided that things were a bit TOO warm in my little cocoon, so I opted to lie on TOP of the shirts.

The next day, I was once again lying on one of the shirts, and Motor Man thought it would be cute to cover me with the other one.

I was not amused.

(But then, neither are my pawrents when I use that really nice leather chair for my scratching post.)

As a matter of fact, yes, I DO have free run of that office.  Why do you ask?

~These Days Of Mine~

Monday Morning Mews: Paperwork

Good morning, readers! Gypsy here, and it’s my turn to bring you the Mews this week.

Motor Mommy has been very busy working on all the tax paperwork to take to the CPA’s office.

AND….I’ve been helping!

What’s that?  You say that I’m really not helping?  Well, now that you mention it, she DID need that file folder upon which which I was sitting.

And after she snapped my picture, I decided to slowly move to the other side of her desk.

So, I really did help.  Eventually. But that’s just how we felines roll.

~These Days Of Mine~