Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

A Brief Digression: Cuteness overload!

What's Cuter than Kittens? Kittens with Puppies!


Hey, it's SUMMER! 
What am I doing posting serious things about independence, rights and responsibilities to our fellow citizens, and blah blah blah blah grown-up blah blah blah?

Back to some simple summer-time sweetness, I say!


Doesn't the world look just a little brighter already?
You know it does.
You're welcome.



Thursday, July 2, 2015

Dispatches from My Homeland: What I Do When You're Gone

Dispatches from My Homeland 

Well, my poppets, we have been separated by space again, so it's time for another dispatch, this time from that lovable left-coast lodging, that bucolic Bay-side berth, my personal home depot, my happy haven, the stomping grounds of my youth... B-Town.


So, what am I doing while you're not here? Am I...

a) exploring spectacular sunsets? 
(See above. Does anyone else think that looks a lee-tle bit like "The Scream?")

b) going on fabulous boat tours?


c) hanging out at the beach 
(possibly even seeing the much-promised elephant seals?)
Gronk!




Um... no.

Mostly, I'm sitting around looking at pictures of animals and thinking of you.

How I feel when I don't get to see you.

How I feel when I think about you and the kitties going through all these storms!

So I distract myself by watching silly videos like these:

Well, maybe I'll watch a sunset tomorrow. They sure are pretty...


...but not as pretty as you.

Monday, February 9, 2015

A Long Digression: A Very Serious Post about Poop

Here it is, the post you've all been waiting for, a veritable

Poop-A-Go-Go
(For my young audience out there, never let it be said I did not pander to your interests.)


Hello my little Poopsies!

Let's start with a couple little bedtime stories that you already know:



Everybody Poops
by Taro Gomi
(translated by Amanda Mayer Stinchecum)



and our old favorite: 
The Story of the Little Mole
who knew it was none of his business
by Werner Holzwarth
illustrated by Wolf Erlbruch

It's nice to have someone read to us once in awhile, isn't it?




Next, why don't you get to know your scat with this handy chart:


and these faux-caca models:



But what are drawings and models compared to the real poop?
See how much you can tell about what these animals ate by the look of their poops.






Black bear poop.


(Poached salmon? 
I love poached salmon.)







More bear poop. 
This one obviously ate something totally different. A pumpkin?




Oh dear.


This one was listed as "Bigfoot Poop," but I'm pretty sure it's bear dung too. Don't want to guess what it ate.

Sheesh, bear!
Excuuuuuuuuuuuuse you!









Elephants' poop is really, really big.
Way bigger than bears' dung.
I can totally stack my poop. Can you?






You probably remember 
wombat poop is cubical,

which makes it weirdly interesting.










and of course there's the infamous owl pellet, full of bones:




Most people think—don't touch poop.
But not everyone feels that way. 
Like the lowly dung beetle.
True Fact.


Then there are these 
cuddly things.
(Oh, cuties!)

The disgusting fact is that chinchillas

(and rabbits)
eat their own poop.

Ew.












Turns out there's a reason
(not that it makes it any less gross)



As if that's not bad enough, some folks eat other folks' poop, and only they know why...

...and they're not telling.

Musical interlude:
Poop! Dung dung dung... what is it GOOD FOR? 
(Absolutely everything!)


You probably know lots of people use poop for fertilizer... 

but you may not know how else they use it.







Some people burn poop 
(usually cow "patties") for fuel...














...some make houses of poop...










...or just pose by it.
I dunno. I guess that could just be mud.









Others make art from it...


(Hey, Poopy Monkey!)
























...or art that looks like it.


Wow. That artwork really, really stinks.


There's also poop fashion...















and cuddly stuffed poop toys


But that's not all...

Civets eat coffee berries and poop them out, and then people make coffee out of it!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?
Yeah, I'm totally gonna go brew this up.































That poop-coffee is extra-expensive too!



Some poop is really valuable though...






This is whale poop, 
also known as Ambergris...


(people used to pretend it was whale vomit instead—not much better)



It's used to make perfume!










This is dried whale poop—apparently it's "waxy"...
I'll just take their word for that.







and this is the 8-year-old 
who found some dried whale poop 
and what happened to him...















So the next time you find something really nasty on the beach, please bring it home.
I'm serious.



You won't be surprised to find out some people get really excited about petrified and/or fossilized poop...

...but sometimes poop turns out not to be poop after all.
Ceci n'est pas un caca.

I guess that person was the butt of someone's joke. Ha ha ha!


Well, I've about reached the end of my poop knowledge now. 

Some may say this post really stinks, but I don't give a fart for their opinion—only yours—so let me know what you think.





Bonus educational experience:

(Apprendrez-vous les mots pour le caca, s.v.p., et déclarez de nouveau à moi):

and last but not least...
the real life version of Le Petit Taupe.

Bad Kitty!

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Dispatches from a Desert Isle: Heatwaves, Haboobs, and Monsoons, oh my!

Extreme Weather Channel Presents...


Wacky Desert Weather!

It's hot, it's cold, it's drier than a bone, wait, is that a river running down my street?!?
... it's Arizona!!!

So, in Arizona, oftentimes it's very very hot in the daytime and very very cold at night. (Well, really cold "for the desert," like 40, but still, sometimes lower...)


Tucson Temperature Records
Record High:117 deg F on June 26, 1990
Record Low:6 deg F on January 7, 1913

But the real issue is what comes from the sky—rain, for starters:


Yes, we've had some rain this winter, but most of the really extreme weather happens in the summer here. 

In one year, Tucson gets:
15 days of rain
12" of rain
(that works out to >1" per day)

In the summer, they could get 12" in less than a week!
One time (July, 29, 1958) they got almost 4" in one day!

That's no ordinary rain!! 
It's a

Summers bring monsoons, 
huge storms that create heavy rains and, in Arizona at least, LOTS of lightning.
They make for some really dramatic pictures.



Here comes a storm towards the Grand Canyon (ooooooohhhhh, aaaahhhhhhh...)...
An average of 673,320 lightning bolts touch down in Arizona each year!
The most active lightning region in North America is right near Tucson. 
The lightning often causes wildfires.
Boo, lightning.


So, what creates monsoons? 
I'm condensing Southwest Climate Change here:
The engine of the monsoon is the sun, which warms the land and Pacific Ocean at different rates, inciting a tug-of-war with the winds. Until the land sufficiently warms, air flow aloft maintains a westerly flow. When the winds do an about-face, the monsoon begins.
The monsoon first begins in northern Mexico in May. The hot summer sun evaporates water from the Gulfs of Mexico and California, creating humidity over the land which produces rain. 
In Arizona, monsoon storms typically arrive in early July after the region has baked in the sun for months. Hot air has risen like a helium balloon, which creates a vacuum lower down, quickly pulling moist, ocean-cooled air into the lower atmosphere. When the heat imbalance between upper and lower air becomes large enough, winds over the Southwest, near an altitude of 30,000 feet (airplane level), take a U-turn westward, pulling moisture from the Gulf of Mexico; at the same time, the near-surface air over the Gulf of California rushes northward into Arizona and New Mexico, carrying with it moisture from that gulf. 
Moisture from two bodies of water + heat + cold = lots of rain!
Yeah. That thing on the left that looks like a curtain is rain. All rain.
That's okay. Lego Batman brought his Lego Umbrella.

So ANYway...
 monsoons also bring: 
dust storms (cough cough) and flash floods

Sometimes the storm releases a downburst of cold air, 
which blows dry, loose desert dust up 
to form a dust wall up to 
100 miles wide!!! 
that can travel at 
60 miles per hour (freeway speed). 
Yeesh.
This kind of dust storm is called a HABOOB.
Run Awayyyyyyyyy!


Here you can watch one in action:
Spooky haboob!


And here's a video of someone driving into another spooky haboob, with extra spooky haboob soundtrack



But of course when the thunderstorm part hits... well, remember that wall of water in the picture above? 
What happens when it hits desert (ie, no soil to soak into)? You guessed it!

If you're hiking, always hike ON THE TRAIL, not in the WASH (which is the natural flood path), and
 
Seems like common sense.
BUT...
sometimes when you're driving, a flash flood finds you too! See?

Instant River.


Here's your public safety announcement about that:





If you're taking the bus, please dress appropriately.


and in case of a 40-day and 40-night monsoon/flash flood... just follow the cats.
They can't spell, but they're pretty good survivors.

Okay. Feel ready to survive an Arizona monsoon season? 
Here's your chance to test yourself out.

Watch this whole storm, start to finish—pretty cool:


And for the hardcore stormwatchers among you...

the entire 2013 Monsoon season in <20 minutes
filmed just for you 
(actually, it's quite beautiful and moving):

That's all for now! 
May the sun shine on you most days, 
and may you always be prepared for whatever other weather you face.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

A Brief Digression: Cat Cozies

We Love Cats!!!

So we need to make this—or maybe three of them:



Want to make it before I come home, or when I get back?

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Dispatches from a Desert Isle: Saguaro-rama!!


Among all the mysteries of this island, there is one constant—


CACTI

All around the pirate compound they can be found:
Tall cacti, small cacti,

cacti posing with animals that look like it,







cacti that look like cushions,


cacti that ARE cushions,



and chairs,



and sofas...

(Okay, that last one isn't real)

But everywhere you look, there are cacti.







as far as the eye can see,
there are millions, and billions, 
and trillions of cacti...

(also some very pretty mountains)


and as close as you're willing to look

Close...
...closer...

...Ouch!

Most of these prickly plants are Saguaro cacti, considered by the local Tohono O'odham to be a sort of People of the Desert, or at least respected members of their tribe. They believed the saguaros walked around at night.

The legend says that the first saguaro began life as a human baby who was abandoned by its mother, who never nursed her child. The infant, after following her in vain, finally sank into the earth and came up on a mountain slope as a giant cactus. >sob<
(The first Saguaro probably didn't look like this.)


Saguaros are thought to live for 200 or more years!!! 
They can grow to over 40 ft high 
They don't even grow their first arm until they are older than a whole human life! 
Wow.
You go, Saguaro.
Please note: if you were a Saguaro, you would be less than 1" tall right now.

Here are two I saw with arms that made me smile:


The droopy arm was caused by the weather getting too cold for the cactus at some point. 
By the way, check out that baby in the foreground. Probably a mere 50 years old.




Saguaros don't bloom until they are almost 70 years old.

That's almost as old as your grandparents.

When they do bloom, the flowers last only
one day and night, giving both day and nighttime creatures a chance to pollinate them.


 




Saguaros also give fruit.

How many animals do you think eat the fruit? (Answer in a link below.)











Saguaros support lots of desert life—
run your mouse over things on these pages to learn more about 
the plants and animals that rely on them:


But Mommy, what happens when Saguaros die?
Are they called ghost cacti? No...
...but what's left is called a cactus skeleton. Saguaro skeletons look like this:

 Get a load of its face closer up!

SPOOOOOOOKY!!!
(Actually that "face" is called a "boot"—it's the spot that used to house an animal.)

Sometimes....
an animal that doesn't live in a cactus will find itself there anyway, 
because it is being chased by something bigger:

Holy prickly butt, Cat Woman!!! Glad they got down safely.


So, to sum up...

A cactus is not an animal, 
but animals use it.

A cactus is not a food
but you can eat some parts of it.


A cactus is not a huggable friend, 
 but you can love it from a distance.

A desert cactus should not be carried away from its desert home
except in your pictures....



...and the plural of cactus is cacti,

but you get to choose whether you want to focus on the singular or plural.

I love you, my little KCacti!