What's wrong with the picture below?
Here is a couple of them:
1. the window blind on the right is crooked.
2. instead of a window covering there is a blanket hanging from the left window.
well, you find the rest of them :)
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A surprise visit
It's been a while. I think I got stuck after a moody valentine's day. Moonjoo caught another humming bird the day before. By the time I made him to drop the little thing out of his mouth, it was too late. He got punished for it; Maybe he'll explain it in his own words on Catastrography. I am going to bury the little birdie today, as soon as the rain water gets soaked up a little more. That had put me in a really bad mood, but then a very strange thing happened today.
I looked outside and there was an old friend standing right out there by the door and staring at me. I call him Pasha. He is a very handsome stray kitty that used to come here all the time. At some point he was literally living here. He was my Michelle's favorite boy. The two of them loved each other and would always sniff each other's noses (only noses, my Michelle wouldn't tolerate anything else).
Pasha had a lookalike. The two of them looked exactly the same, and it was pretty much impossible to tell them apart. The only difference was their attitudes; Pasha was very friendly, but the lookalike was very wild and mean.
Shortly after my Michelle went to the bridge, Pasha disappeared. I thought he had followed Michelle, but then he showed up right at my door steps today. I wasn't sure at first if it was him or his lookalike, but then when I went out he came right to me and let me pat him. I brought out some food for him, and as soon as he started eating, I knew it was him. He's always been a messy eater. He opens his mouth all the way to inhale all the food and throws everything out of the plate.
I don't know where he's been for the past two years, but it sure is nice to see an old friend again.
I looked outside and there was an old friend standing right out there by the door and staring at me. I call him Pasha. He is a very handsome stray kitty that used to come here all the time. At some point he was literally living here. He was my Michelle's favorite boy. The two of them loved each other and would always sniff each other's noses (only noses, my Michelle wouldn't tolerate anything else).
Pasha had a lookalike. The two of them looked exactly the same, and it was pretty much impossible to tell them apart. The only difference was their attitudes; Pasha was very friendly, but the lookalike was very wild and mean.
Shortly after my Michelle went to the bridge, Pasha disappeared. I thought he had followed Michelle, but then he showed up right at my door steps today. I wasn't sure at first if it was him or his lookalike, but then when I went out he came right to me and let me pat him. I brought out some food for him, and as soon as he started eating, I knew it was him. He's always been a messy eater. He opens his mouth all the way to inhale all the food and throws everything out of the plate.
I don't know where he's been for the past two years, but it sure is nice to see an old friend again.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Peeps in aid of squirrels :)
Probably most of you have already seen this, but I just had to share it again. Way to go kids.... nice job!!
You can watch it on youtube biggified.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Alicia's fall
One day I was sitting in my parents’ living room watching TV while Alicia was outside in the balcony playing. Next thing I knew, I heard this commotion coming from the neighbor’s yard down stairs. I immediately thought “Alicia”. I ran to the balcony with my mom on my tail. When we looked down, I saw there were bunch of the neighbors outside having a gathering taking advantage of the nice sunny day. They were sitting at this patio furniture set with a big umbrella opened on top of the table. The next door neighbor that was scared of moving furs was also there. She was standing away from the table and laughing hysterically. I saw Alicia, making a run for the higher levels, trying frantically to climb up a bush with a flat cut top next to the table. There were three cats behind her with their eyes wide open not paying any attention to where they were stepping. All they wanted was to get to Alicia, and all Alicia wanted was to get away from them as fast as possible. My mom and I kept calling Alicia. She managed to run over the bush and jump on the wall and climb up straight to our open arms. Once she was in safety she turned around and kept looking down to see what had just happened. She wouldn’t move from my barricaded arms on the retainer wall which had created a safe hug for her.
I asked the neighbors what had happened, but their laughter wouldn’t allow me to make sense of what they were trying to say. Finally I was able to piece things together. As Alicia was doing her crazy ride on the retainer wall in the balcony, running form one end to the next, she had either fallen down, or decided to jump off on the umbrella right under the wall. Either way, next thing they knew Alicia was on the umbrella, as she sled down and ended up on the table. When she had realized she was in an unfamiliar environment, she panicked and started running all over the place like crazy. The cats had seen her and took off after her. The one neighbor who is scared of moving fur had jumped off her seat to run away. The hostess of the gathering who is a very nice lady had tried to prevent from the cats chasing Alicia by smacking them on the tail, and in the middle of this chaos the closest thing to her hand was her husband’s bald head, so she had smacked him in the head really hard. They were all cracking up, except for the poor hubby who kept complaining that it hurt really bad.
That was one of Alicia’s incidents that everybody is still talking about. My little girl had created such a scene. She scared us and herself really good, but that was a lesson to be learned. I felt good in a way that she was able to run away from all those monster kitties, even though a couple of them had managed to jump on the bush after her. Later on, Alicia taught those cats how to climb up the BIG tree and get stuck on the roof of the building. It took four sets of neighbors to bring them back down. ** To clear things up, the cats were the only ones who were stuck on the roof. Alicia was on the tree unharmed and laughing at them.
I sure miss my baby. I wish I had more pictures to share, but they are all lost. The only one fitting to this story is a picture of two of the neighbor’s cats resting under the tree where Alicia was first found as a baby.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Alicia gets her name
Today marks the 3 year anniversary since I've last seen Alicia.
She grew up rather quickly, and after starting her outdoors training, I took her further out to be introduced to her new life savers; the trees. The first tree she climbed on was the very one under which she was found. It was a small tree and easy for her to stay within the reach. She learned very quickly to jump on my shoulders from the tree when I whistled. Within the same day we went further out onto the BIG tree by the side walk. It was a huge Oak tree which happened to have a very heavy load of acorns at the time; a true paradise for squirrels.
Alicia adopted to the BIG tree very quickly. She loved exploring it and would go all the way to the top and run back down to jump on my shoulders. In a few days she learned to stay on the tree unattended, and eventually discovered a route back to home. She was still a cici squirrel. There was not a single wild bone in her body. I had to leave her on her own for longer periods of time, so she could adopt to the wild.
One cold windy day I went outside looking for her to bring her in. The forecast had called for strong gusty winds and some rain. I kept whistling to have her come to me. She wasn't on the BIG tree, so I went around the corner looking for her amongst some other popular trees where squirrels hung around. There were a few nice tall palms in next door neighbor's yard. I had seen Alicia maneuvering in them before. Just as I saw her on one of them and started whistling to get her attention, the neighbor came out of her house. I said, " I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get my squirrel", and pointed out to my baby. She turned around with a smile and said, " Oh, that's Alicia, She comes here every day." Thus Alicia got her name. Until then we've been calling her by different nicknames, but she didn't really have a name. She came home with me and stayed in her warm bedroom during the stormy night. That was my cici girl. I could not help it but spoil her to death..... literally.
She grew up rather quickly, and after starting her outdoors training, I took her further out to be introduced to her new life savers; the trees. The first tree she climbed on was the very one under which she was found. It was a small tree and easy for her to stay within the reach. She learned very quickly to jump on my shoulders from the tree when I whistled. Within the same day we went further out onto the BIG tree by the side walk. It was a huge Oak tree which happened to have a very heavy load of acorns at the time; a true paradise for squirrels.
Alicia adopted to the BIG tree very quickly. She loved exploring it and would go all the way to the top and run back down to jump on my shoulders. In a few days she learned to stay on the tree unattended, and eventually discovered a route back to home. She was still a cici squirrel. There was not a single wild bone in her body. I had to leave her on her own for longer periods of time, so she could adopt to the wild.
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One cold windy day I went outside looking for her to bring her in. The forecast had called for strong gusty winds and some rain. I kept whistling to have her come to me. She wasn't on the BIG tree, so I went around the corner looking for her amongst some other popular trees where squirrels hung around. There were a few nice tall palms in next door neighbor's yard. I had seen Alicia maneuvering in them before. Just as I saw her on one of them and started whistling to get her attention, the neighbor came out of her house. I said, " I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get my squirrel", and pointed out to my baby. She turned around with a smile and said, " Oh, that's Alicia, She comes here every day." Thus Alicia got her name. Until then we've been calling her by different nicknames, but she didn't really have a name. She came home with me and stayed in her warm bedroom during the stormy night. That was my cici girl. I could not help it but spoil her to death..... literally.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Alicia venturing outside
We started training for the outside world even before Alicia was fully grown. I figured if she started early the odds of her survival by herself would be greater.
The first day of training started with an introduction to the immediate outside world; the balcony. She surely acted like a complete rookie. I put her on my shoulder and we walked out there together, closed the door, so she couldn't go inside, and then just stood there and waited to see what she'll do. She didn't want to leave my shoulder at first and looked around with amazement for a while, and then figured this might be a new game. Either it was the excitement of a new game or the shear fear of an unfamiliar environment that made her jump off my shoulders onto the wall. She kept climbing straight up until reached the base of the ceiling then freaked out and stayed there for a while. The light fixture on the wall seemed to be very inviting, so she climbed her way over there and decided to stay there to clear her head. I felt sorry for the little fella and had to get on a chair to bring her back down. That's when I came up with a brilliant idea of creating a nest for her, one that could get attached on the wall, and she could use it as a base for outdoors 101.
We went back inside, so both of us could catch our breath. I got a shoe box and quickly designed a house for her. It had soft cushions inside and insulation outside for the rainy days. I attached it to the wall securely and was very proud of the outcome. We went back out again, and I put her right by the nest to help her discover her new house. I thought that would surely be the envy of all other squirrels. It was a cool house. She wouldn't even go near it. She simply hated it. That little brat took off to the opposite direction, and started climbing the wall towards the neighbor's balcony. Oh boy, that was a big no no. The lady neighbor was horrified of any moving fur, and Alicia was not only moving, but a jumping kind.
I started calling her frantically. I used every trick up my sleeve to get her attention, but she was determined to reach to the other balcony. She made it. She was out of my reach and hanging from the wall on neighbor's balcony. I guess the grass on the other side was simply greener, as both of balconies are exactly identical. My mom came out and both of us kept calling her and tried to lure her in with tempting foods and her favorite milk bottle. Finally she decided to climb her way back to us. The reunion was overwhelming for both of us. We decided that was enough for the day, and went back inside.
The same routine continued for the next couple of days. She felt more at ease in the balcony each day. She would get all excited and start running from one end of the retainer wall to the next. The Balcony had stucco walls, and that made it very easy for her to climb around using her tiny sharp claws. however, the top of the retainer wall was painted wood, and that made it very slippery. We had to throw an area rug over it, so she wouldn't fall down to the neighbor's yard. They had three cats staring at Alicia's tail and drooling all day.
She adopted to the balcony rather quickly, but we still had to conquer the rest of the big wild world out there. She had so much more to learn, and I had so much more to let go of.
The first day of training started with an introduction to the immediate outside world; the balcony. She surely acted like a complete rookie. I put her on my shoulder and we walked out there together, closed the door, so she couldn't go inside, and then just stood there and waited to see what she'll do. She didn't want to leave my shoulder at first and looked around with amazement for a while, and then figured this might be a new game. Either it was the excitement of a new game or the shear fear of an unfamiliar environment that made her jump off my shoulders onto the wall. She kept climbing straight up until reached the base of the ceiling then freaked out and stayed there for a while. The light fixture on the wall seemed to be very inviting, so she climbed her way over there and decided to stay there to clear her head. I felt sorry for the little fella and had to get on a chair to bring her back down. That's when I came up with a brilliant idea of creating a nest for her, one that could get attached on the wall, and she could use it as a base for outdoors 101.
We went back inside, so both of us could catch our breath. I got a shoe box and quickly designed a house for her. It had soft cushions inside and insulation outside for the rainy days. I attached it to the wall securely and was very proud of the outcome. We went back out again, and I put her right by the nest to help her discover her new house. I thought that would surely be the envy of all other squirrels. It was a cool house. She wouldn't even go near it. She simply hated it. That little brat took off to the opposite direction, and started climbing the wall towards the neighbor's balcony. Oh boy, that was a big no no. The lady neighbor was horrified of any moving fur, and Alicia was not only moving, but a jumping kind.
I started calling her frantically. I used every trick up my sleeve to get her attention, but she was determined to reach to the other balcony. She made it. She was out of my reach and hanging from the wall on neighbor's balcony. I guess the grass on the other side was simply greener, as both of balconies are exactly identical. My mom came out and both of us kept calling her and tried to lure her in with tempting foods and her favorite milk bottle. Finally she decided to climb her way back to us. The reunion was overwhelming for both of us. We decided that was enough for the day, and went back inside.
The same routine continued for the next couple of days. She felt more at ease in the balcony each day. She would get all excited and start running from one end of the retainer wall to the next. The Balcony had stucco walls, and that made it very easy for her to climb around using her tiny sharp claws. however, the top of the retainer wall was painted wood, and that made it very slippery. We had to throw an area rug over it, so she wouldn't fall down to the neighbor's yard. They had three cats staring at Alicia's tail and drooling all day.
She adopted to the balcony rather quickly, but we still had to conquer the rest of the big wild world out there. She had so much more to learn, and I had so much more to let go of.
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