Noll's Unauthorized Sleepover

On Saturday, the daughter and her kitten,

Wuschens, made an unexpected visit.

They had to stay the night

and all day Sunday. 

Something about their

air not conditioning.

OK, so I was cool with sharing our cool air.

Not OK, with the munch mouth eating from my dishes.....

Hello!   That's my Hello Kitty plate & bowl.

I saw him eat his weight in stinky goodness!!

Honest.

Which means Wuschens passes really bad gas!!

Now, our air needs "conditioning".....

Caution:  An evil stinkiness lurks within that cute little body!

Pick him up & cuddle him at your own risk.

Is our air clear now?

Is it safe to come out?

Noll on a New Way to Watch Chipie

We like rodents.

She likes rodents. 

Really. 

You should have heard her "Squeee"

when she saw the four baby chipmunks last Sunday. 

She put out MORE seeds and peanuts.

"Momma has babies to feed!"

Next, she moved an old maple stump

in front of the family room window;

placing a birdfeeder on top.

 

"If you sit still on the window ledge," she intones,

"It's likely you'll see Chipie vacuum up a meal." 

Here's the little Hoover now!

Noll's Lament

It was a beautiful sunny day yesterday. 

Even the day's name - Sunday - spoke to the day's perfection. 

The air infused with the scent of wild phlox and lily of the valley.

A robin egg blue sky overhead. 

Yellow birdies hanging upside down, feeding on the thistle sock.

The leaves of my purple plum tree strumming the breeze. 

And the green, green grass in front of my window,

layed out like a welcoming mat.

So, why was I on the inside looking out?

P.S., I did get to go outside shortly after

my theatrical performance =^..^=

Noll Introduces His New Cousin

Allow me to introduce our new little cousin! 

His name is Wuschens.  That is a Prussian word for "knitted booties." 

Wuschens is two months old.  An affectionate tuxie. 

Our bean sister, Corrie and her boyfriend, Mike adopted him on Saturday. 

He's a bit like velcro.

He loves having his belly tickled!

He sleeps on Corrie's face!

He loves his ball track.

He can put away the stinky goodness like nobody's business!

Wuschens has four little white "wuschens."

He is T.O.T.A.L.L.Y. cute!

And, I want his ball track!

Noll's Hiatus Ends....Perhaps

There is a saying among friends, "Don't be a stranger." 

What began as a brief hiatus, morphed into an impasse;

an impasse that bred neglect. 

Regretfully, I became a stranger. 

The cats are unchanged.  Noll sits under his purple plum tree musing, as often as he is allowed.  A few days ago, as I paused to photograph the flowering kaga plum, Noll climbed the old apple tree.  (I wished I could have captured that look of utter glee on his face.)  Tiggy still takes little catnaps in the catnip and comes running when I say the words "cookie time."  Uncle Keaks and Luigi, eat, and sleep at their leisure, and play a slow version of cat-tag only they understand.

I meant to write, I meant to visit.  I meant to do a number of things.  Instead, while waiting for winter's discontent to end and April's rains to pass, I took up watercoloring to brighten my slough.  A new diversion.  Much like Noll's Nip once was.  I have found much joy writing Noll's Nip, traveling the blogosphere with all of you.

It is now May, the small joys lurking in the yard, are like crumbs guiding me back -a patch of tulips looking like scoops of sherbert, the first migrating humingbird, an evening rainbow, the sound of the starling hatchlings, their cheeps echoing down the chimney- guiding me back to what, I do not know. 

As of now, I believe, there is no more to tell.  Have I finally succumbed to this melee inside of me?  Am I now, finally, as finicky as my cats; and as fickle as the weather.  Perhaps I will change my mind tomorrow.  Perhaps not.