Kahomono - It Means Lucky

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Dog in a Cat Suit

I would like to introduce to you, Cleo and Caesar.

Cleo was our calico Carbo-Kitty. She would eat spaghetti if you left a bowl of it unattended, and not for the meat! Red sauce or marinara was fine with her. If you were holding a cookie and looked away at something, she’d help herself to a bite. She ate lemon bars, fer cripe’s sake! Jill once had to chase her out of a bowl of marble-cake batter. Cleo never saw a carb she did not like.

Caesar was our dog in a cat suit. He considered himself Jill’s, and Jill his. He followed her around the house, like a puppy. When I arrived in their lives, Caesar was the one who could never quite accommodate himself to my presence, especially in his person’s bed! He’d wrap himself around Jill’s head – I guess to keep me from stealing her warmth?

One thing over which we bonded, though, was sports. Cleo and Caesar would both watch sporting events with me – but not the same ones. Cleo’s jam was golf. If golf was on and I was watching it, Cleo would soon settle herself down on the couch next to me and watch it too. I think she had heard about a Tiger who was tearing it up in those years, and she was pleased that a great cat would be doing so well in such a human pursuit. Not to mention, the birdies. She wanted to see if she might get one of those, to play with.

Caesar, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed a football game. I used to watch the NFL and Caesar watched it with me faithfully until the end of his too-short life. It was just about the only thing he’d do with me, but we did have that.

Cleo and Caesar are both long gone now but not remotely forgotten.

India Note #3 and Caturday

I really did love most of the food in India. It was alternately amusing and annoying to watch my Indian meal companions fretting about how I would react to the spice levels. Personally, I found none of the food overly hot. Spices were used appropriately. There were even a few things where I could have taken a bit more. My Indian friends and colleagues are probably not used to Americans handling indigenous flavors very well.

I was only served beef once, in biryani at a place in Kerala. I did not like it. The meat was overcooked for my taste, and a little tough. Meanwhile, the same kitchen treated both lamb and chicken beautifully.

I bring up the subject of beef because on my homeward journey I gave in to the temptation and visited…

I just had to try it.

I just had to try it: a Burger King, in India! Unlike the restaurant I mentioned above, this one has no beef on the menu. I selected the Mutton Whopper. Sadly, I cannot recommend it. The fries, however, were delicious.

I would skip #Caturday this week, had my furbabies not granted me a rare vision. They have seldom allowed us to see the cat tree with both of them settled on it, not since they were tiny kittens.

Sharing the Tree

New Camera

for #Caturday!

Can you tell what kind of camera took this?

Indoor Caturday

Indoor cats, plotting world domination.

Then they realize they would actually have to go out there to do anything.

Never mind.

Springy #Caturday

The temp is just perfect – high 50’s (F)

Gert likes to sniff

We opened the office windows to get the stuffy out.

Alice is more like, OK, that’s outside. Seen it.

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