A Photo a Week Challenge — Eyes

I just came across this weekly photo challenge from blogger Nancy Merrill and this week’s challenge (or maybe it was last week’s challenge, but I just found it) is “eyes.”

The idea is to create a post for the challenge based upon the topic provided each week, in this case, eyes, and to share a picture or two of some of the eyes in our lives.

So here are the eyes of our beloved dog and our equally beloved cat.C899A937-C292-4BDB-A04E-D56EFF93B4C59D4DA16A-24F9-449B-A991-DD4D284CA374

Animal Banter

0B602DB7-4410-40C4-9CAC-0F0F2539330A“It’s so dark and dingy out today,” the cat meowed. “ I think I’ll just curl up in the grass over here and take a nap. I’m sure I can repress my innate urge to play cat and mouse until the weather clears up.

“Oh no,” the duck quacked, “I think this weather is sublime. It’s cool and damp and it’s delightful to be swimming back and forth across the pond.”

“I’m sure this dreary weather is ephemeral,” the dog barked. “Pretty soon the sun will be shining and my human will get out the leash and I’ll take her for a walk.”

“Let me give you all some advice,” the old owl hooted. “You should make hay while the sun shines so that you can save for a rainy day.”

“Owl, you always think you’re so damn wise,” the wily coyote yipped, “but let me assure you that I’m a hungry critter and all of you are going to have to watch out for your own welfare until I get my fill.

“Oh yeah?” beeped the roadrunner. “We’ll see about that.”


This bit of silliness was written for these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (dingy), Sord of the Day Challenge (repress), Ragtag Daily Prompt (sublime), Hour Daily Word Prompt (ephemeral), Daily Addictions (advice), and Scotts Daily Prompt (welfare).

Fresh Catch of the Day

3957AA0F-4440-434C-9904-4F6C03A16CADMy wife and I were at an outdoor café having lunch when she saw a little mouse scurrying across the sidewalk just in front of our table. And then we witnessed a crow swoop down and catch the little mouse in its beak. The crow, still right in front of us, proceeded to peck at the poor little critter until it no longer struggled. And the crow continued pecking at the mouse’s carcass, removing bits and pieces of the mouse’s innards. The happy crow was clearly enjoying a nice hot meal and I was fascinated by what we were witnessing.

Sadly, Mrs. Fandango was not all that thrilled. First, she was freaked out when she saw the mouse, especially since it came from the direction of the café at which we were dining. And then, when the big black crow swooped down and caught the little, brown, defenseless mouse, she curiously felt sorry for the little rodent.

The scene also caused my wife to lose her appetite halfway through the meal. So, despite my seeing the whole thing as great entertainment, I paid the bill and we left.

At least when we got home, our cat hadn’t caught, killed, and brought a rat from the backyard into our house, as he has occasionally done.

Our Proud Cat

Black CatWe have a cat
A black cat
A black cat with yellow eyes
He’s an indoor cat

We live in the city
We have a small backyard
With a privacy fence all around
Our neighbors store their trash bins next to our fence

We sometimes let our cat out in our backyard
Our cat is a hunter
He quietly and patiently waits by the fence
Where there are very small gaps

And then he pounces
And brings us a present
That he drops at our feet

How proud he is of his featDirty Rat


This post was inspired by fellow blogger Jim Adams in his post about cats and rats. His post was inspired by RayNotBradbury.

#FOWC — Mellow Out

img_1729I hate the Fourth of July. No, it’s not because I’m not patriotic. And it’s not because I dislike fireworks. I love fireworks. It’s because fireworks scare the shit out of our dog.

At the sound of the first hint of fireworks going off somewhere, the first pop, no matter how faint, she starts shaking like a leaf. I swear, I think she’s going to have a heart attack or something.

It’s gotten to the point where my wife and I can’t go out at night on the Fourth of July to enjoy the fireworks without worrying that our poor, scared dog with die of fright if left alone.

We usually try to settle her down by taking her into an interior bathroom — one with no windows — closing the door, and turning up the volume on my phone’s iTunes app. But she somehow still hears (or senses?) the fireworks.

This year we decided to call our vet to see if he, in order to help us cope with tonight’s fireworks, would prescribe a sedative for us. Ha! No, just kidding — for our dog. He was kind enough to sell us a mild sedative that he said to give her about an hour before the fireworks are scheduled to start.

So at around 8 pm, we are going to give our dog the sedative, take her on her last walk of the day, and hope that by the time we return from the walk, she’ll be all mellowed-out and ready for a nice, restful sleep.

And, oh yes, my wife and I will probably eat a marijuana-infused gummy so that, by the time we get back from the walk, we, too, will be all mellowed-out. I’m looking forward to a relaxing Independence Day night.

Of course, our cat is fine with fireworks. Nothing fazes our cat. He couldn’t care less about fireworks as long as he’s getting fed.


Written for today’s FOWC with Fandango One-Word Challenge, “fireworks.” And for the Word of the Day Challenge, “independence.”