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Of the three members of the Feline Contingent, Shadow is the scientist. She is clearly fascinated by certain scientific concepts.
One of these is the realization that you can put things in other things. She will drop toys into boxes because then she can play with the toy AND the box, and that's funner! And you just never know when you're going to find a ball in your shoe-- or in the bottom of your winter boot, as I once did.
But today she has discovered a new concept, and now the world shall fear.
Somewhere or other she stole a wide rubber band (that's "gum band" to you, Teffie). She's doing the usual cat thing, prancing around with it, tossing it in the air and pouncing on it to kill it, etc.
But she has also jumped up on the Bill-Paying Desk and hooked it over the pens and pencils in their cup. That's funnest, because she can dangle it over the edge of the desk, and then reach around from on top of the desk and bat at it. And jump down on the floor and bat at it from below. And when she pulls it the pens rattle and the cup tips over and stuff. Great fun!
I expect no end of trouble from this.
As a side note, the pencil cup on the Bill-Paying Desk is a souvenir of my geological mapping expedition to Barbados lo these many years ago now.
Barbados was interesting, to say the least. It is a very small country, 21 miles long. It has a dense population and a long history. I remember wandering into a small, shabby chapel there. It was surrounded by brush, quite close, but it appeared people still used it. It had no doors and no glass in the windows, because this is Barbados, 11 degrees north latitude, so why bother? Some time about 40 years before, by the look of it, somebody had put a corrugated metal roof on the old stone building. The floor was inlaid with beautifully carved burial slabs for members of an English family who settled here. They dated from the 1640s, iirc.
Such a building would be a historical monument most anywhere in You Ninety States... certainly here, where a building 100 years old is ancient. But my whole town only dates from 1879.
Anyhoo.. I did have some point, I seem to have replaced it. Ah, yes. Thing is, in such a small territory with such a large population and such a long history, every little crossroads or house has a name. If there were addresses I never knew them. Say you had rented Nichols House (which was just a little house, for pete's sakes) and it seems anybody on the island knew where you were.
One of those place names was The Potteries, a clay pit where they had made.. pottery.. since who knows when. I bought my pencil cup there. It's too small to really drink from, at least for me with my coffee habit. On its side, hand-painted, it says "Caribfest 1981 Barbados."
I was not there for Caribfest. That was a couple years before I arrived. This cup was out on the cheap stuff table and I think I paid 50 cents for it. That's 50 cents Bajan- 25 cents US at the time.
For a souvenir from a great festival that I never attended. But the souvenir does serve to bring back the memories, oh yes.
One of these is the realization that you can put things in other things. She will drop toys into boxes because then she can play with the toy AND the box, and that's funner! And you just never know when you're going to find a ball in your shoe-- or in the bottom of your winter boot, as I once did.
But today she has discovered a new concept, and now the world shall fear.
Somewhere or other she stole a wide rubber band (that's "gum band" to you, Teffie). She's doing the usual cat thing, prancing around with it, tossing it in the air and pouncing on it to kill it, etc.
But she has also jumped up on the Bill-Paying Desk and hooked it over the pens and pencils in their cup. That's funnest, because she can dangle it over the edge of the desk, and then reach around from on top of the desk and bat at it. And jump down on the floor and bat at it from below. And when she pulls it the pens rattle and the cup tips over and stuff. Great fun!
I expect no end of trouble from this.
As a side note, the pencil cup on the Bill-Paying Desk is a souvenir of my geological mapping expedition to Barbados lo these many years ago now.
Barbados was interesting, to say the least. It is a very small country, 21 miles long. It has a dense population and a long history. I remember wandering into a small, shabby chapel there. It was surrounded by brush, quite close, but it appeared people still used it. It had no doors and no glass in the windows, because this is Barbados, 11 degrees north latitude, so why bother? Some time about 40 years before, by the look of it, somebody had put a corrugated metal roof on the old stone building. The floor was inlaid with beautifully carved burial slabs for members of an English family who settled here. They dated from the 1640s, iirc.
Such a building would be a historical monument most anywhere in You Ninety States... certainly here, where a building 100 years old is ancient. But my whole town only dates from 1879.
Anyhoo.. I did have some point, I seem to have replaced it. Ah, yes. Thing is, in such a small territory with such a large population and such a long history, every little crossroads or house has a name. If there were addresses I never knew them. Say you had rented Nichols House (which was just a little house, for pete's sakes) and it seems anybody on the island knew where you were.
One of those place names was The Potteries, a clay pit where they had made.. pottery.. since who knows when. I bought my pencil cup there. It's too small to really drink from, at least for me with my coffee habit. On its side, hand-painted, it says "Caribfest 1981 Barbados."
I was not there for Caribfest. That was a couple years before I arrived. This cup was out on the cheap stuff table and I think I paid 50 cents for it. That's 50 cents Bajan- 25 cents US at the time.
For a souvenir from a great festival that I never attended. But the souvenir does serve to bring back the memories, oh yes.
