Portrait of F.C.

Update on Feral Cat.  He's still visiting the homestead regularly.

Since he is unwilling to sit for a photograph, we must settle for this artless rendering.

I Seem to have been Adopted by a Feral Cat

This scrawny orange cat kept appearing on the trail near the clothes line.  It occurred to me that he might help out with the mouse problem.  Mice in the house really bothers me.

To encourage this obviously hungry cat to draw closer, I put a bowl of cat food at the end of the path.  Little by little I moved the bowl closer to the house. 

The cat hangs around more now.  

Haven't seen any mouse turds in the house for some time.

My Shoes are Still Wet

The inside of my shoes were wet so I put them on the back porch to dry.

This critter was in the way.  The light was good so I got the camera.

Annoyed by the impromptu photo shoot, he moved on.  I put my shoe on the post to dry.

I got the camera out again.

Who's messing with who here?

All Souls' Day

Today is All Souls' Day.
We remember those who
have died.

Let's pray for them.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, let perpetual
light shine upon them.  Amen.

This One doesn't have a Skeleton!

There are so many pretty things here at the homestead.  There are some not so pretty ones too.  Last week it was creepy bones left on the trial like a gruesome decoration.  This week's creepy find appeared in the garden and was boneless.

The head gardener is pleased that this grisly gift did not appear a month ago when the place was crowded with Roma tomatoes.  Anyway.  Sometime in the night, some violence was done to a raccoon.

All that was left behind was the head and back fur.  Deciding to join the macabre party, I posted it.

Now we got us a Scare Coon.

What other sinister ornaments have we in store?

This is No Halloween Skeleton

Sometimes you find things here at the homestead that are well, disturbing.

Like this for instance.

This was smack in the middle of a path.  (Best guess, based on the bones, skull, teeth and a little bit of hair left on the head, these are the remains of a skunk.)

What else lies on the path?

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 81

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy. A Dutch fashion designer has come up with a fabric that is bio friendly and earth saving.

What is this fabric made of?
Molly?

Dog hair?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Bryan?

Meth?

Hostmaster:  huh?

Well, they use hemp to make fabric.  

Maybe they could make a dress out of crystal meth. 

 Like that blind woman on Star Trek.

Hostmaster:  stay away from that stuff, man.  It'll kill you.
Fluffy?

Algae?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Cyndi?

Cow manure.

Hostmaster:  correct.  It isn't clear how exactly this guy does it.  But he separates the liquid from the solid in the cow flop. Then he extracts the acid from the liquid and the cellulose from the solid and whips it into fabric.

Does it smell?

Hostmaster:  it's purported not to.

What do they do with the

 left over liquid and solid?

Hostmaster:  surely concerned thinkers are working night and day to reprocess those cow poop remnants.

They better hurry.  I hear there are only a

 couple years left before we all die.

Greenhouse gases are dangerous. 

 Cow methane is the main reason for global warming.

If they're making clothes out of cow manure,

 doesn't that mean they'll need live cows? 

 If cows are the main reason for global warming

 is it an environmentally sound idea

 to raise cows for the fashion industry?

There's lots of feces on the streets of San Francisco. 

 Maybe they could use that!

The homeless people could model 

the clothes they helped produce!

It's a win-win!

You guys are sick.

This round is over.

Round 81
Fluffy/Molly   39
Bryan/Cyndi   38





What to know more about turning poop into clothes?  Click Alchemy.

My Computer went Kaput

Email addresses.  GONE.  Collection of critter pictures.  GONE.
Important assorted whatnot.  GONE.

We have carbonite to retrieve the files.  Probably.  A few years ago when this happened most of the files were saved.  They arrived out of order though.  My procrastination is such that I never organized them.  Therefore they will likely come back this time further disorganized, possibly to the point of being unrecognizable.

You might say I'm feeling frazzled.   Actually, it's worse than that. I'm stifling a scream.  Maybe I'll just let it rip.  Like Edvard Munch.  You know the one.  Here's my version.

Of course, the program that goes with the scanner that allows you to rotate and crop an image refuses to merge with the new computer.  This is just the sort of thing that threatens to render my art less powerful.

Luckily The Handsome One is on hand to assist in this ordeal/transition. His temperament is less inclined to scream than mine.  At least, I've never heard him scream.  Perhaps THO employs a manly method of venting like sitting in his truck and growling.

Wish us luck!