THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN: DANTE JUST BLOSSOMS

Dante was sitting in the garden earlier this week when he noticed something distinctly different.

 
"Dere are white fings hanging off my tree!", exclaims Dante.

"Dey wasn't dere yesterday."

"Hmmm.  Let me lie down and fink about dis for a minit."

"I remempurr now!  Dese are the spring blossums dat open up on our crabappull tree efurry year in da springtime.  Aren't dey bootifull?"

"Dey smell nice, too -- but wait ..."

"I sees an introoder in mai appull blossums."

"I fink he wants to steal my blossums an' take dem away."

"Maybe if I ignores him fur a minit, he'll come out in de open."

"Aha!  Cot you in de act, you dirty liddle suckah -- I is warnin' you to stay away from mai appull blossums, or I'll hunt you down an' eat you!"

And with that, the sly rodent ran off so he could live to see another day.

Meanwhile ...

"Now I mus' purrform my udder Garden Cat dooties", says Dante.

"Dese dooties is purely ornamental, as you kin see."

"Dey built dis pedestal just fur me to modull on."

"So, here I am in wun of my furry best modullin' pawsitions."

"An' heer is my close-up.  I is showin' off de appull blossums in da backgrownd. Wot duz you fink?  Did I do a gud job?"

"Even modulls has to take a rest now an' den.  Boy, dat wind is really startin' to whip fings up -- incloodin' my furs!"

"O noes!  Da wind has blowed most of da blossums off da tree!"

"And look who's come back to eat dem!"

Just as you start to blossom, someone or something usually tries to take you down.  But, Spring will always come again. The most important thing is to enjoy the blossoms while they're still here, so you always have a little part of them with you (even the squirrel knows that!).

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: JESTER OR KING?

EASY, PEASY SUNDAY WITH DANTE

It's Sunday, and sunny.  Dante is lounging out on the front walkway.

Isn't it strange how a cat can fall asleep just about anywhere at anytime?

GLAMOURPUSS SATURDAY WITH DANTE: HEADSHOTS

It's not only ladycats who can be glamourous, though we tend to think of glamour as their domain.  There have been many glamourous men in the past like Rudolph Valentino, Clark Gable, Paul Newman and more recently George Clooney.

Dante has been called the "Robert Redfurrd" of his generation for obvious reasons.  So without further ado, here are some of Dante's latest headshots, which he has signed for all his fans out there.

Dante doesn't mind having shots taken from all different angles, because every side is his best side!

THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN WITH DANTE

Thursday's come around again, and today we find Dante in the front garden.  It may be small, but it still requires some care and protection.

Welcome to our front garden.  It is mostly composed of flowering bushes, but the leaves are just starting to come out on them now.

We have to wait until the end of May or June before the flowers come out.  In the meantime, I will sit here and make it look pretty.  I am a good garden ornament after all.

Here I am lying down where mama will put all of her other cat ornaments.  She has lots and lots of them.  She calls this her "Cat Garden" once all of the dead cats are out.  At least I think they're dead 'cause they don't move or anything.

Of course, to me, it is always a cat garden whenever I'm in it.

Speaking of being "in" it, here I am sniffing around under the spirea bushes (they gets pretty pink flowers later on).

I have detected the distinct scent of introoders!  Dis stink is definitely theirs -- I'd know it anywhere.

I'd better stay right here to protect the garden from another invasion.

Hmmm.  It's real comfy here in the garden bed.  I'm getting kinda sleepy.

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Suddenly ... what was that?

Aha!  My arch nemeSIS (or maybe it's my arch nemeBRO -- I really can't tell).  It's loud crunching woke me up, and good thing, too!

It dares to step foots in my garden again!

I lies here in wait for it -- it's coming closer.  I can't move a muscle yet or it will know that I'm here.

Oh dang!  It's escaping.  Well, at least I got rid of it anyway.  If I hadn't been here it would have danced all over the garden bed spreading it's noxious smell from one end to the other.

Now, let's see.  Where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: DANTE GOES NUTS!

TAILS TUESDAY: DANTE'S ENCOUNTER

It was a windy day when our neighbour stopped by with her woofie, Rascal, to say hello.  This isn't Dante's first encounter with Rascal, so he recognizes him as a friend and trots right over to see him.  Dante's tail is like a flag being whipped by the wind.

Unfortunately, this time Rascal wasn't as amenable and let out a loud bark.  Dante just stopped and reversed his course, and slowly and calmly retreated.  He was a little sad that Rascal was feeling so irritable today, but took it in stride, as he always does.  No hackles were raised, but Dante's tail shows he is as confident as ever.

Rascal's mama thought he was being aggressive, but after recounting the story to some woofie-loving friends of mine, they said that Rascal's stance showed that he just wanted to play.  Rascal's head and front legs are bowed down.

Do any of you out there know what Rascal is really telling us?