WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: SOMETHING'S AFOOT!

DANTE: MOTION PICTURE STAR!

Recently, I have been experimenting with making Animated GIFs, and here today are some of my first efforts.  Dante is my unwitting subject.

"Butting In"

"What a Looker!"

"This way or thataway?"

"Mooooooooom!"

"Furry Tasty"

And finally, for your viewing pleasure, here's some non-stop action (except of course when it comes to an end).  Domino has a co-starring role in this one.  It's titled "Getting It All Out in the Wash".

Curtains, please!

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MANCAT MONDAY WITH DANTE: BURNING HIS STRIPES

Dante is a tabby cat.  Tabby cats have stripes.  However, because Dante's fur is so long, it's difficult to tell.  He's just one big ball of multiple shades of orange.

Today the sun has given him some fiery stripes through the slats of the deck bench.   Wherever the sun touches him, he just sizzles!

Hope you enjoyed the light show!

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THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN WITH DANTE: THE PERIWINKLE BLUES!

Dante is in the back yard again this week and he's singing the blues!    He's not very happy with what he sees.

"Nobuddy noes da trubble I see", sings Dante.

"Dis yard is a mess! Weeds is comin' up efurryware."

Two years ago we had the old sod taken up, and the entire back yard was seeded with (supposedly) top-quality grass seed.   This was done on the recommendation of the landscaper. Well, the grass is very patchy and just chock full of weeds now, thank you very much!

"Dis is mai fafurite spot!", says Dante.  "Last yeer Dada plantid sum PURRywinkles to covah da grownd."

Yes, Daddy planted a whole bunch of periwinkle plants.  We were hoping they would grow in this barren patch under the trees, because they like shade.  They were supposed to proliferate.  However, BECAUSE this is Dante's favourite place to dig, only a couple of them are left.  I have flagged one of the few survivors.  You might want to biggify the picture to see it more clearly.

"Dis wun is bootiful an' I wonts ta keep it ...

...so I digs ovah heer instead frum now on!

I really don't think Dante gets it!  I know he really digs his garden.  Maybe he loves it a little too much.  The only thing that really thrives around here are the squirrels -- and that's because Dante actually leaves THEM alone.  Go figure!

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY WITH DANTE: STALEMATE!

NUT SO EASY ON SUNDAY WITH DANTE: CRUNCHY CRITTERS!

Once again it's Sunday and Dante is trying very hard to relax on the deck bench.  After a long day chasing squirrels through the brush and brambles, he's looking forward to a good long rest.

(Note:  Biggify Dante's pictures if you want to truly appreciate all of his different expressions.)

Dante just lies back and is about to close his eyes ...

... when he hears a rather loud crunching sound!

"O good grief!  Not YOO again!!!", exclaims Dante.

Then his ears perk up once more when he hears the same crunching sound -- this time in stereo!

"Weely?", says he, giving the little rogue a raspberry in return.

 "Get outta heer and leave me in peace!", Dante shouts.

All to no avail.  "Dere's nuttin' worse dan lissening to loud chewing sounds -- speshully wen dey're NOT yours!"

Dante is furious!  He's considering whether to run the little squirrel burgers out of there, or to barbecue them.

"Oh Heaven helps me", he says finally.  "I gives up!  Live and let eat -- kin I go to sleep now?"

THURSDAY IN THE GARDEN WITH DANTE: MOTHER MAY I?

Dante is in the back yard celebrating Mother Nature in all her glory.  And what better way than to play a game of "Mother May I?".  It is May, after all.

"Efurryfing is gettin' verreh green", says Dante. "Mudder Naychur has sent sum rain to kwench da earth.  An' yoo noes wot dat duz, huh?  Earth an' rain makes MUD!  An' I reely, reely DIGS mud.  Hooray fur Mudder Naychur!"

"Mudder May I dig rite heer?"

"Yes, Dante -- you May!"

"Mudder May I dig ovah heer?"

"Yes, Dante, you May."

"An' wot about heer?  May I?

"No you May not! -- You forgot to say "Mudder May I", declares Mother Nature.

"Oh well, I can't argue dere", says Dante.  "Mudder Naychur is always rite!"