Tag: Miss Mia Sopaipilla

ObowmeowCare sucks

~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 6 Comments
The Boo wagged his tail at the vet, but she stuck him in it just the same.
The Boo wagged his tail at the vet, but she stuck him in it just the same.

It was health care and then some today as Mister Boo, Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment) and Miss Mia Sopaipilla traveled en masse to the vet for exams and injections.

Turk’ and Mia are not fans of the infernal combustion vehicle, and thus the Subaru rang with yowls of horror and threats of vengeance as we motored swiftly toward our tripartite appointment. Only the unflappable Mister Boo remained at peace (until the vet laid hands upon him, whereupon the mild-mannered little fella promptly transmogrified into the Hound of the Baskervilles).

Back at Chez Dog the cats rebounded quickly, but the Boo — having performed a four-mile walk before his harrowing experience at the hands of veterinary medicine — found himself in need of a power nap. And who can blame him?

I’m feeling a bit stuck myself, but you can’t sleep off a vet bill.

Happy birthday, Mary

~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 19 Comments

My mom-in-law, Mary Pigeon, turns (mumblemumble) today, and the kinfolk are throwing her a birthday bash in Sin City.

I was unable to attend, Nov. 5 being the day I always wash my scalp, so I thought I’d slap together this little video by way of atonement.

Happy birthday, Mary — and many more.

P.S.: Whadja get me for your birthday?

Breaking news: It snows in winter

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Boo and Herself
Banzai Buddy Boo and the Islamic terrorist holding him hostage.

Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky, as Tom Waits once growled. Snow, and in winter, too. Who knew?

Mister Boo loves the stuff. Herself took him out for a quick trip around the block and “quick” is the operative word here. The Boo took four corners a sight faster than Davis Phinney ever did, and maybe Danica Patrick, too. His Nipponese ancestors must have hailed from the top of Mount Fuji. He looked like a bug-eyed little snowplow bounding up the sidewalk.

Not so Miss Mia Sopaipilla. The little minx slipped through the open door as I was taking a picture and instantly thought better of it, hanging a 180 and jetting back inside to criticize my weather-management skills.

Being a Russian blue, Mia’s family tree may be rooted in Stalingrad, or perhaps Siberia. But just ’cause you’re from there doesn’t mean you have to like it. You don’t see me hanging around Annapolis, after all.

Smoke gets in your eyes

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The Squeaker of the House
Ordinarily Mr. Boo would be fetching that orange squeaky toy from room to room, demanding playtime (squeaka squeaka squeaka), but it’s too damned hot to play Squeaker of the House today.

Deadlines have been eating up my mornings and record temperatures and smoke have been smothering my afternoons. I had to close all the windows for much of yesterday as a waterless thunderstorm up around Peckerwoodland Park shoved the plume from the Waldo Canyon fire right through downtown Bibleburg.

This morning all the varmints are stretched out on various bits of floor, trying to stay cool. It’s already 82 inside the house, so this is pretty much a lost cause.

Buddy (a.k.a. Mr. Boo) is not amused. Of our three critters he is the one most affected by heat. Turkish just flattens out until he looks like a big white throw rug with blue eyes, turning himself into a radiator. Miss Mia Sopaipilla simply naps more. But Mr. Boo insists on conducting business as usual and it always ends badly.

For example, this morning he was eager for a walk. And for about 30 seconds he even enjoyed it. After that it was just like walking a dog, only in slow motion. I’m going to buy a skateboard and henceforth shall tow him behind me like a hairy, bug-eyed little trailer.