Jellybean posts

Hope you're having a cozy Sunday. Jellybean is.

This will be our December pic for next year's calendar, “The 12 Months of Jellybean.”

So what'd you get for Christmas? I got “Nixonland” by Rick Perlstein and “11/22/63” by Stephen King and “The Big Screen” by David Thomson and an Ernest Hemingway/For Whom the Bell Tolls T-shirt and a coffee mug from Powell's Books in Portland and an Arc de Triomph pillholder and chocolate. No, but like tons of chocolate. Like so much chocolate you wouldn't believe. Like bars and everthing. Yeah, in the stocking. Plus clothes. So like clothes and books and chocolate. How about you?

Jellybean got a plane. I'm not kidding. But right now she's happy with the wrapping.

More Jellybean posts here.

We had a very nice dinner party last night, with Val, Kim, Mark, Giorgio, and Devon. But one guest arrived early and expected to be fed immediately. You know the type. 

“When's eats?”

This was a photo making the rounds on Facebook the other day, which made me laugh out loud, and which, yes, I shared with friends:

It's how we trapped Jellybean, after all. (Photo from Oct. 2010):

Jellybean's eating corn on the cob...

I think this is from the night before the night before we left on our trip:

Question: Do cats know when they're being cute? They seem to. Or at least Jellybean (above) seems to. Maybe they're attuned to the positive reaction of humans or something.

Apologies. I'd write more but someone needs to be fed ...

Dude. Food.

It lasted about 30 seconds...

Then Jellybean's feeder, carrier and chest-bed (me) sneezed and the pigeon flew off.

The windows were closed all the while--it's still like 45 degrees here--so Jellybean had no shot. But she didn't know that. Besides, that pigeon already tasted good in her mouth.

Poor indoor cat. She's such a huntress.

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