All the wonderful things I have to say about my vibrating-dot-of-energy mate.
Slick recently fixed up our cats’ scratcher posts with fresh sisal rope. The old rope has become the new favorite toy, especially for Nora. She also likes sitting atop the Christmas tree box, which is why we are so delinquent in storing it away; here it still sits in March. We’re going to have to put up a shelf right there for Nora. It is her favorite television watching spot.
Moxie is obsessed with a toy Slick created for her. The other cats like playing with the circular rims that come from larger plastic bottles, like milk jugs and Gatorades. Slick collects them on a string for future use. Moxie doesn’t care about them, individually, but Slick got her attention one night by swinging all the rings on the string around over his head. He swings them very fast and they make a sound vortex which Moxie is immediately drawn to.
He twirls it high so she won’t hurt herself trying to catch it, but that doesn’t stop her from rising up on her hind legs as she stares at her fascinating prey. Her head begins moving in tiny twitches as she watches it whip in a circle above her.
Moxie is our smallest cat. Not our lightest, but still the smallest. She is all dense muscle, dense fur, and dense personality. Lots of cat packed into a tiny body. This can be very fortunate for her.
Here, Moxie was peacefully enjoying the fall sunshine when a breeze, or another cat, shut the interior door on her. Don’t worry, she was perfectly fine, physically and safe – the outer screen door latches well. She was inconvenienced and displeased to be stuck this way, however, until Slick came back around from the other side of the yard to free her. A down event in her book, I think.
This is the night before. After napping in the sunshine, she fell soundly asleep and began to slowly slide down the back of the fat chair, onto Slick’s shoulder. In case you didn’t notice, Moxie is completely Slick’s cat. She only allows me to exist because I give her shoulder rubs and bacon, both of which she is fiend for. So, I guess I’ll continue to earn my keep with Moxie.
Finally we’re getting cooler days with autumn here. This Sunday past was about 50F, so I thought it would be the perfect time to get back to Vedauwoo.
It was a bit foggy and wet, so we chose to hike the Turtle Rock Trail instead of slippery rock scrambling.
Ah, that was nice. I needed to get out and hike. Fresh, foggy air. The feel of velvet aspen trunks and jagged feldspar under my fingers instead of fabric. Good change. Now, back to it!
I’m playing catch-up for all of June now! Yea!
Right at the beginning of June, Slick and I went up to Vedauwoo, our go-to outdoor recreation area. I wasn’t in the mood for the Turtle Rock Trail, so we wandered around for a while and then climbed up some rocks, this time from the inside of the area my fav trail circles. We didn’t follow a trail, rather, we started off and kept going up or to the side until we couldn’t go up anymore. We ended up sorta between Hassler’s Hat and Glen Dome. To see what that means, click here for a nicely labeled photo of the Turtle Rock Massif areas.
Slick, posing for the camera. You should know that when you’re climbing with Slick, he will be leaping from rock to rock, across deep crevices, all nimbly-pimbly, like a mountain goat on crack. As he reaches a hand back to help you across each vertigo-inspiring chasm, he will encouragingly say to you, “Don’t worry, this is the hardest bit!” with a smile. Mind, he does this around every single corner; since there is no path he can’t know what actually is the hardest bit. I swear at one point, while I clung with all my limbs flat against a severely sloping rock face (trying to channel the spirit of a fly) I wondered if I wasn’t crazy for following him. But, whether I am insane or not, I did follow, I survived, and it was good.
Close to the top, we rested in rock shade and watched the clouds. There are numerous hawks, turkey vultures, and crows that like to ride the thermals here, as you can see by the hawk in the center of this shot.
I had a very fun time scrambling, even though I almost wore through my jeans – and the skin on my hands – getting to the top.
Slick and I have really been out, enjoying the amazing spring weather in Cheyenne.
This weekend, we went to two different parks and explored some far reaches of town, now that everything is thawed out.
On Saturday, after meeting friends for lunch at a “new” pizza place (turns out it isn’t new! It is the same, mediocre Mondello’s pizza – they just changed the name on their sign) and checking in at Gryphon’s Games, we walked around downtown, then headed over to Holliday Park. That’s the one with the Big Boy engine and the small lake with three thousand geese.
It was too sunny for me, but the cool breeze helped out.
We both got too much sun. Slick was smart and had a hat on, but his neck got burned. My sunblock is probably expired, but more likely I didn’t get enough of it on enough of me because I ended up a bit pink on all exposed skin that evening and red on a couple shirt edges.
We finished our day with a shade covered picnic in, then scampering around Lion’s Park – with full sunblock this time. Probably too much sunblock, but better safe after the previous day’s burn.
There was a challenge involved, and Slick climbed one of the park sign posts.
We went home completely exhausted again, but it was pleasant. Soon enough it will be too hot to romp around like this all day and I’ll be hiding in my cool basement workshop. So, better to exhaust ourselves now.