Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for September 03, 2019

Surely it’s not a July bug?

Poor Puck, I’m sure Robin has some comforting words for him!

Poor Pucky! He just likes his peace and quiet.

Oh, those Pucky ears and the big sad eyes and the worried eyebrows! I just want to cuddle him softly and tell him it’s going to be OK…

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! that bug before your sanity is doomed!

Time to evacuate! You have Hurricane Cricket upon you!

Keep checking the bureau, Puck. Your mind may be in there somewhere, even if the cricket isn’t.

I have a similar problem when I hear a siren while driving I find it hard to tell which direction the sound is coming from.

My sweet Pucky, I will protect you. My black cat, Tar, jumps into my arms when stressed by sounds.

Oh, I feel for you, Puck. Crickets in or near the house are horrible.

Puck, you’re doomed.

Yesterday I learned that crickets dig little burrows to put their butts and legs in to act as amplifiers. It’s given me a new respect for them.

All the technological advancements and they couldn’t even invent a cricket locator.

Aren’t crickets in the house supposed to be good luck ?

Don’t worry, Puck, I’m sure you’ll find it again.

That pesky cricket has got to be stopped.

Jiminy Cricket! This is so intolerable!

And the humans are??… ignoring it ?

Puck it’s time to cuddle up with Buzzy Mouse and try to tune out the world.

Uh-oh, Elvis’s eyelid is starting to twitch and his ear is down.

OT but might be of interest to the US East Coasters -

https://flightaware.com/live/flight/NOAA42

Hurricane Hunters in action.

Poor Pucky! Could his ears get more miserable? And Elvis, with the eye and the ear… We need a hero to save them from the cricket!

Poor Pucky and Elvis, being slowly driven insane by a cricket in the house!

As you can see, we are back from the cabin. We got back yesterday afternoon after a wonderful week to discover that our main TV won’’t turn on. I rummaged around this morning while Paul is still sleeping and discovered that the power cord has wiggled itself out. Last time that happened, it was a three-person job, Paul and his brother to dismount the TV, me to put the plug back in where it belongs, and then the TV had to be re-hung. Brother-in-law is on a job 5 hours away, so I have to figure out how to do it myself or recruit a neighbour to help. Also, our main remote for that TV has disappeared, so I will need to reprogram a new remote when we get the contraption working again. Other than that, life is good.

UPDATE Tired. The bandage covering my incision has started to come loose. I will ask my GP when I see him today, if it is ok to remove it.

Aw, poor Puck! The ears of cats and dogs are made to hear either very low or high pitched sounds. Can you imagine having such sensitive ears while your surrounded by walls and ceilings? The rebounding sounds must make them go crazy…hmmm…this may explain why they get the zoomies!

[OK, I’m late to this particular party… but all the posts about autumn (that I just got around to reading) put me in mind of my two favorite poems set in the season. Here.]

Leaves – Derek Mahon

The prisoners of infinite choice

Have built their house

In a field below the wood

And are at peace.

It is autumn, and dead leaves

On their way to the river

Scratch like birds at the windows

Or tick on the road.

Somewhere there is an afterlife

Of dead leaves,

A stadium filled with an infinite

Rustling and sighing.

Somewhere in the heaven

Of lost futures

The lives we might have lived

Have found their own fulfilment.

[And this one.]

*Spring and Fall

to a young child

By Gerard Manley Hopkins*

Márgarét, áre you grieving

Over Goldengrove unleaving?

Leáves like the things of man, you

With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

Ah! ás the heart grows older

It will come to such sights colder

By and by, nor spare a sigh

Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

And yet you wíll weep and know why.

Now no matter, child, the name:

Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It ís the blight man was born for,

It is Margaret you mourn for.

I am surprised the cats have not seen “MULAN” considering there are children in the house.

Some say I lost mine years ago, but they won’t help me look for it.

Here in semi-rural Connecticut, I’ve identified one of the most irritating night sounds as coming from tree frogs. It’s not that bad at any given moment, but it just keeps on going, and going, and going.

Try sitting next to someone at work who has the Cricket sound play when a system alert comes in!

I actually had the same experience a few nights ago. There were a ZILLION “peeper” frogs (green tree frogs) outside my bedroom window, and one was possibly IN the bedroom, all screaming loudly at a very high pitch for about an hour.

Be glad you don’t live in China. They keep crickets as pets there.

I feel your pain Puck. I. feel. it.

I feel so sorry for Puck! I want to cuddle him and put my hands over his ears.

There are some dagnab it crickets outside my bear cave. What’s worse is that goddarned tinnitus inside my bear ears are competing with it. Oh woe!

Boys need a pet lizard anole to eat the crickets

At least Lumpkin is not bothered by the cricket. But then I can relate LOL I would just take out my hearing aid and say what cricket lol

Obviously, the boys need Jules to hunt down the cricket, and then they could send the cricket to the wicket.

I know the feeling Puck. A cricket gets in the house and it drives you crazy trying to locate it. “It sounds like it’s in the living room. Is it under the chair?” Looks under the chair. “Nope, not there. How about by the lamp?” Checks around the lamp for two minutes. “No wait, sounds like it’s behind the couch.” Turns the couch over to look behind the couch rather than sensibly moveing it out a little. “Not there. But it now sounds like it’s coming from the kitchen.” Starts checking everywhere in the kitchen without much luck, pots and pans strewn everywhere. “Sounds like it’s in the trash can.” “How the heck could it have gotten in the trash can? The lid’s locked so the dog can’t get in.” “It’s a blasted cricket! Who knows how the heck it even got in the house when no one’s opened the door in hours.”

Speaking of crickets there is one outside the door

Puck looks so anxious. :(