Showing posts with label Popi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Popi. Show all posts

Monday, September 21, 2009

Man Blames Cat for Porno

It was a short article. A space filler really. But it jumped out at me from the Sunday newspaper. From Stuart, Florida, the headline read: Man blames cat for more images.

Keith Griffin told sheriff's investigators that 90 child pornography images downloaded onto his computer when his cat jumped on his keyboard while he was downloading music. I asked my cat, Popi, if that claim was possibly true.


Popi laughed. "Of course, it could have happened that way," she said. "Tabbies are notorious troublemakers. I once knew a Tabby who wrote D.O.S. with her hind quarters. She hacked her way into the Pentagon simply because she smelled a rat."

Monday, June 29, 2009

The Indian Subcontinent

It's raining again today in southwest Florida. That's good; it's about time. I planted several Crape-Mertyls in the front yard about five years ago and finally they are getting healthy. The blossoms were irresistable this morning. This moment was recorded before I discovered these trees are native to the Indian subcontinent. How did they get here?


The Indian Subcontinent? What else around this place is from that distant part of the world?

Of course, there is our favorite kitty, Popi. Popi is a Bengal breed of feline. The myth is that her breed is 4 generations removed from the mating of a Bengal Tiger with a domestic house cat. I choose to believe that; she is a terrific mouser.


Of course, she's not chasing mice at the moment above. She is doing what many of Pam's quilting friends report about their cats: she is claiming a nest, spreading her scent, and endearing herself to the sewing lady. She's also halting progress on Pam's latest project, but that's what cats do.


At this moment I believe she's lamenting the departure of her recent caretaking companions, Sarah and Kim. I won't say they spoiled Popi, but I would guess I'm not as much fun any more.