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Mr. Jones's world has been turned upside down with the arrival of Ali's two kids for the summer. And he does not like it one bit.
Mr. Jones is an affectionate cat, but he gives and receives affection on his own terms. He is very wary of strangers, as he was with us when he first came to live with us. So the addition of two rambunctious youngsters to the mix has him on edge.
And he has been acting out in response to the upheaval. He has been defecating just outside of his litterbox since their arrival two days ago. That actually began Wednesday evening when he was in the box and was startled by Ali rushing into the laundry room to put a load of clothes in the wash. And now he is making a habit of it.
I took him to the vet today, because recently, we noticed evidence that he might have worms. Sure enough, he does have a tapeworm, but is otherwise in good health. When we got home from the vet. he ate some of his food, and some cat treats, and we immediately administered the pill that should take care of the parasite.
Hopefully that will be the last we have to worry about that.
As I type this, the kids are out in the yard playing on a Slip & Slide, and Mr. Jones is sleeping peacefully in his favorite chair. This is the first time I have seen him this calm since Ali and the kids got home.
Maybe he is getting comfortable with the changes around here, and his world is beginning to right itself.
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl...
Van Morrison
I discovered this plant hidden away in a shady area off the main path through the gardens of the Lexington-Fayette County Arboretum yesterday.
There is another photo of a fully opened bloom on my photostream.
Exposure: 0.002 sec (1/640)
Aperture: f/5.6
Focal Length: 105 mm
ISO Speed: 400
Exposure Bias: 0/6 EV
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
-Johnny Cash
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