After much delay (I know you've been waiting on the edge of your seat for this), I introduce you to Katmandu. His full name is Pierre Katmandu Carter. Sometimes he prefers to go by Pierre. Usually it's Katmandu.
As mentioned in previous posts, our beautiful, black, 12 year-old Princess Buckwheat Daisy passed away in July. I gathered up her yard toys and pushed them and her blankets and dog bed into the back of her dog house, shut the gate and walked away. I only went in there two or three times to cry.
One day, about November, I was walking by and found Pierre Katmandu all snuggled up on one of Daisy's blankets. See my previous post regarding Miss Sasha using Daisy's bed and blanket and you can imagine how I felt about this stupid cat.
Pierre Katmandu and I were already enemies. As I stood in my kitchen one morning, watching the birds feasting at the bird feeder my father-in-law made me for my birthday, I noticed this fat orange cat lurking nearby. In one quick motion this cat jumped up and swiped a little Oregon Junco right off the ledge and calmly walked away. I about dropped my coffee cup. The whole house was awakened to me screaming about the murder I had just witnessed.
So on this day I decided that fat orange cat and I were going to get acquainted. When I opened the gate (which he had been jumping), I saw that he had a little bell on his collar and I decided that if he was burdened with that kind of a handicap by his "owners" then I wasn't going to fault him for catching my birds. For crying out loud he's wearing bell. How much more warning do they need? I also found that he's the sweetest, softest, lovingest kitty. So, he got to stay. He spent most cold winter days there all wadded up into a ball and the Girl and I even coaxed him into the house once before the Brown-eyed Man caught us and made us take him back out.
Unfortunately, we didn't know his given name so we were left to come up with our own and that is why he is called Pierre Katmandu Carter.
Pierre HATES Clover. You can't tell from this picture but Pierre was just on the verge of scratching Clover's eyeballs out. Clover, deeply disturbed by that recent attack, is thinking "Hey, is this moss on our concrete? I'm might just lick that up!"
When will the cats get on the Clover bandwagon? Why can't they see how great she is? She just wants to play for Pete's sake.
In other news, Clover is awesome as evidenced by the photo below:
Things I like this week:
1. Stieg Larsson. I love most things Swedish and for some reason have been avoiding his books. I just spent the last few days listening to The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo and now I can't get enough of him.
2. The Girl is in the running for Prom Princess. Cross your fingers.
3. Cody from Dual Survival. I love when he and Dave split up and while Dave is out, Cody will (a) Find 7,000 edible mushrooms, (b) built a mud hut, and (c) fashion an entire wardrobe from dead animals he found in the forest. Then Dave comes back with nothing.
Things I hate:
1. American Chopper. I just can't stand it. My television time is very limited so I just have no patience for these morons.
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