Update

Opossum is fine, and the lawn looks good.

Full Moon and Everything is Calm

Do Not Disturb - Part 2 - A Mistery

Don't You Love Cats

I love cats.
Cats are funny, easy to take care, and each one has a unique personality.

My female cat Princess (a.k.a Linda, Baby Cakes, Beautiful, Slow Motion, Fluffy, and Love of My Life) never meows. If, she’s hungry, she will seat close to her bowl for hours, looking at the bowl and looking at me, without a word (meow). She will stare at me and I can feel the power of her eyes on me. She does the same eye penetration technique to wake me up, and when she wants to go out on the porch, she stares the door knob of the entrance door and stares at me ‘til I open the door for her.
Her speed walking is half mile a day, slow, very slow with several stops almost like someone call her but she isn’t quite sure if happened. She stops, turn her head to a direction, (thinks to herself – “I guess was my imagination, no one call me….”) and go back to her turtle speed. But, when she is in the mood for play; she can run at 200 miles an hour, especially after go to the bathroom for a #2, or when she escapes to the yard. And that’s one of the reasons why she is not allowed to go out anymore; she isn’t scare of anything, and she has a killer instinct that birds and lizards are not safe when she is around. She’s is allowed to go only in the porch.
Don’t take me wrong she is a sweet heart, she helps Josh with his daily hygiene, leaking his ears and head; thing that Josh refuses to do it for her.
She likes to lie down for naps in dad’s chest. She is 13 years old.

My male cat Joshua (a.k.a Josh, Bubba, Handsome and Love of My Life), has a personality totally different from Princess personality. He’s a talker. He will let you know if he is hungry (he wakes me up, screaming from the top of his lungs). He is a fast speed walker (he rarely runs, he walks fast). He is left hand, and very social type of guy (comes to say hi to everyone that visit us) and rubs in everyone’s legs.
He lost 2 of his 9 lives years ago, and is losing a 3rd one now.
One he lost, when he got shot with a kid’s neighbor BB gun, he was bleeding under my bed for 2 days, and I didn’t know where he was until my 6th sense direct me to look there.
The second life lost was because of kidney stones. The vet called me saying that was nothing else to be done, that Josh was dying. He was refusing food and water (cats will kill their selves, if they are very sick). I brought him home (that alone helped, because he probably thought that I was abandoning him at the veterinarian place); I then shoved small portions of raw ground beef in to his mouth until he start eats on his own. This was 10 years ago.
His 3rd battle is with a disease that the vets can’t recognize. After several tests and X-rays, they say that he is healthy, but he vomits blood. So, I’m trying different brands of food (he has constipation too), and I giving to him small portions of raw liver for the anemia, his tongue is getting more pink color so I guess is working out well. But, he is too skinny now. So, I’m over feeding him waking him up at every hour or two to make him eat some dry food. He eats, that’s another good sign.
He loves my backyard. He stays there for hours, alternating the places where he takes naps. He doesn’t bother the birds, neither lizards nor squirrels, like I said he is very social and …vocal. He is 12 1/2 years old.

I was looking a blog that have a link to this web site Cats in Sinks. It’s a very cute web site with tons of pictures of cats in sinks. Click in the button at the bottom of the picture for more cat pics.

Some Colorful Shoots and One Princess With a Criminal Intention

That's what she is looking.

All in the Family

Mother ( I think she's pregnant again)

Son or Daughter

Family reunion

Running Man in a Gorgeous Sunday Sky

I was waiting in the porch for Greg to bring me a Dunkin' Donuts coffee, and that cloud was the only one in the sky. I'm looking at the cloud and thinking that looks like a man running. It was too early to my brain properly functioning, took me couple of minutes to get the camera and shoot the picture. Still looks like a man running but was more intense before.

Thanks for the coffee Greg.

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Can someone help me answering this question?

I don't know what kind of tree is this tree that is driving me crazy.

Just the lizard that lives in my car

Melon

My first of many melons to come.

White in black

Ducks Don't Eat Apples

Last week coming back from the Gym, I arrived to my sister’s condominium where the usual dozen of ducks were in front of her apartment, waiting for the afternoon meal that she provides.
I had in my hands what was left from an apple that I ate (I always carry in my bag an apple to eat after exercise) and looking those very famished ducks coming towards me and quacking for food, I decided that will be a great idea throw the leftover apple to the ducks, so I did.
The bigger one (his name is Sergeant) runs towards the apple, grabbed and spitted back immediately. My sister came out; figured that he don’t want the apple because was too big. So, she went inside and got a knife, came out and cut the leftover apple in small pieces, throwing the pieces for the ducks.
They all run to grabbed a piece, and with the same reaction that Sergeant has spitted right back to us. I swear!!! Every duck were looking at us, quacking at us (probably cursing at us) with a question mark in their faces. Why apple? Don’t you know that ducks don’t eat apples?
Anyone knows why?

Photo by Richard S.

Cactus

Thirsty

Pastel

I'm trying something different.

Yesterday was my sister birthday, she decided to make a "Pastel Party".

No pasteis in the USA.

Half of Century

Please, Do Not Disturb

A Primeira Colheita

Vou escrever em Portugues porque americano nao entendo o humor brasileiro.

Hoje foi dia de colheita!

Americano nao entenderia a minha alegria de

colher o meu primeiro tomate. Um so' tomato no tomateiro. Lindo nao?

Minha horta esta linda. Em breve vamos ter batata, alho, cenoura, pimentao e muitos tomates. Com um pouco de reza, cebolas.

Meu pai iria curtir.

Gorgeous