Didn't read my blog today?

OK, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and just figure the NASA satellite expected to crash into the Earth's atmosphere made a direct hit on your computer.

Today's the day a 6-ton, bus-sized dish is expected to break into hundreds of pieces and tumble toward the planet.

Most of the pieces-parts will disintegrate, but 26 large metal chunks are expected to survive and put the smack down on Earth.

So if one of those hit you and you cannot read this blog, I will understand.

What's that, you weren't planning on reading my ponderings in the first place?

Houston, we have a problem.

Later, P.

This week, the English chap put the final touches on our landscaping, which he calls a garden.

Those Brits have such a way with words.

He planted roses, a tree, shrubs and other nice looking things.

Then he topped it all off with cat mint plants.

A man after my own tastes!

Oh, the smell of cat mint. To roll around in it will be a delight.

Now if I can only figure out how to open the front door.

Being an indoor cat is not all what it's built up to be.

Later. P.

Things I pondered about this week:

* The Tribe's free fall and how I would have made a great center fielder with my speed and leaping abilities. I just could never find a baseball glove to fit my paws.

* My water dish. Why just water? Got milk?

* The big fat gray cat that lives a street over, but hauls his fat butt to my house each day for food. What a gig he has going.

* The neighbor cat, Mischief. The name says it all.

* A room with a view, better known as the upstairs bedroom window that overlooks a bird feeder. Here little birdie....

* The GOP debate. No wait, I would never ponder that.

* Life. It hasn't always been easy. It started on the streets, but now I'm living the American Dream.

* The vacuum cleaner. Something this cat's American Dream could live without.

Later, P.

I don't understand why dogs think they're so special.

Man's best friend? Whatever.

Maybe it's because dog spelled backward is god.

If you want to play the religion card, Fido, try this one out for size.

Legend has it that tabbbies got the "M" on their foreheads from the Virgin Mary.

Legend says that when Baby Jesus was born, a tabby cat kept him warm in the manger.

The Virgin Mary put her mark on the cat’s forehead as a symbol of her gratitude.

That my bad-breath doggie friend is really special.

Later, P.

I know that stupid kid in the movie could see dead people.

Big deal. I can feel earthquakes before they happen.

It's true.

Did I feel the earthquake the other day?

Please, I felt it before the Earth did.

Animals have this sixth sense, or maybe for cats, it's a ninth sense to go along with our nine lives.

Did you know that at the Smithsonian's National Zoological Park in Washington, D.C., on Tuesday, the day the East Coast was rattled by a 5.8-magnitude earthquake, the red-ruffed lemurs sounded an alarm call about 15 minutes before the quake hit, and then again just as it occurred.

OK, I have no idea what a red-ruffed lemur is, but that is still pretty amazing stuff.

The howler monkeys sounded an alarm call just after the quake. Not as amazing, but hey, it's a howler monkey.

Then, 3 seconds before the quake, a gorilla named Mandara let out a shriek and collected her baby, Kibibi, and moved to the top of a tree structure.

I heard Kibibi's dad never left his recliner. Typical.

So the next time you see your cat acting strange, head for the hills. If your dog is acting that way, well, he's just a dog, so just go about your business.


I know where I'm going now ... for a nap.

Later, P.

I know there’s only 24 hours in a day, and for a cat that means 16 for sleeping and eight for eating, grooming, pooping, peeing and pondering.

Thus, Ponderings by Picasso.

Today I ponder why some people don’t like cats.

In the words of Nick Gilbert, son of Cavs owner Dan Gilbert, “What’s not to like?”

Face it, wouldn’t you like to have cat-like speed and our leaping abilities?

What about nine lives?

What about being able to see things in the dark even when they aren’t even there?

What about being worshipped by the ancient Egyptians and being buried in the Great Pyramids ... the Cadilac of final resting places?

What about catnip followed by catnaps?

What’s a matter? Cat got your tongue?


Later, P.

I caught a lot of heat last week for calling my sister cat a rodent.
Chill out, 'Lil Girl. I love rodents. Heck, when I was a stray rodents were my best friends.
I never met one I didn't like or eat. A lot of protein in those critters.
Speaking of eating, I highly doubt I could chew a mouse now. I've lost most of my teeth, but still have what the vet calls "my canines." I almost puked a hairball when I heard that.
Canines? Really? Isn't a canine a dog?
No respectable cat would ever have anything called a canine. I prefer to call them my bottom fangs. Still have some bite in them, too.
All this talk of rodents has made me hungry, but first I need a nap.
Later, P.

Picasso

My name is Picasso (don’t ask).

I live in a three-bedroom, two-litterbox house in let’s just say the largest city in Lake County.

Three humans and one rodent, I mean, another cat make up our happy family.

It’s really great to get this opportunity to blog even though I don’t know what a blog is.
Heck, I didn't even know I could write.
Anyways, I have a lot to say, but since I’m a cat, I think I need to sleep now.
Later, P.