For that you need a yard.

Why do all cats answer to "here kitty, kitty, kitty"? I think it's just weird.

It's got to be the cadence and high pitch and whatnot. Like with pig calling. Soo-EE! pigpigpig.

For that you need a yard.

Which I'd then have to maintain. See what I'm saying?

No cat I've ever owned.

Which I'd then have to maintain. See what I'm saying?

You don't need a nice yard. Just a yard.

You don't need a nice yard. Just a yard.

Maybe my next place.

You don't need a nice yard. Just a yard.

From my experience, once you have a dog, you never describe your yard as nice again. Unless yellow ammonia burns on the grass, dried bits of poop and small, doggie-dug holes count as "nice".

Our yard was nice.

Clapping works for Mister Kitty when he's venturing into trouble territory- be it going in the closet to rip out hems of my stuff (closet now lives closed) or to certain surfaces to push things off. But I think he's a) kinda deaf and b) thinks hand movement means he gets pettings.

I'm still rather pissed at him for putting pulls in my shiny yellow kitchenmade towel that buttons around handles with shiny cherry and lemon printed fabric (does that make sense? Mom got them from me at Honfest and it's just so BRIGHT and CHEERFUL and I'd love to have a cheery kitchen.)

Devi just ignores me unless she's trying to get my attention. Then she's very vocal and affectionate. I like the early morning (or nap) sessions of her burrowing her head into my palm, gently nipping at the pad to encourage me to rub her ears as she purrs.

You know what's nice? Spending the evening reading National Geographic's latest on Africa and getting old memories tickled. The hippo carcass and my disbelief. The plateaus outside Lusaka during the eclipse and wee Messy in eclipse glasses and her bright green dress and endless curiosity (she thought my hematite ring fascinating, but not as pretty as her blue glass beads. Which, I grant, were an unusually luminous shade of blue. But the ring is my grandma's so...)

Someday, I want to go back, especially to Mozambique, but with no group, just someone familiar and NOT dis...dis..., well, someone realistic but seeking.

Our yard was nice.

We do have two dogs and a fairly smallish yard. Plus, we're very lazy. I suppose it could be nice if we wanted to work at it.

small, doggie-dug holes count as "nice".

Small holes? I guess I missed those while side-stepping the ditches and craters.

Seriously, though, they're not that much trouble. Which I'd've pointed out earlier except I had to go take someone for a walk. And I'm sure I have more to say on this issue, but I have to go pick up the dead flowers that someone retrieved from the trash and is currently choming into little bits. No trouble, though. Hey! Stop tha