Slick

All the wonderful things I have to say about my vibrating-dot-of-energy mate.

Jun 282017
 

Moxie cat, with Slick.
One of the reasons Moxie prefers Slick is because he puts up with her fussy bullshit. Even if it is 90F, she demands to be snuggled and held. Then she tries to claw your intestines out incidentally when she leaves. No thanks. But, Slick does it. He snuggles that fussy, hot, shedding cat in his arms and sometimes they watch tv together.

Had to blow out the photo a little because of the sunny window backlighting so you could see Moxie.

May 272016
 

Moxie, being lovey with Slick.
To reiterate, Moxie is Slick’s cat. Whether he always enjoys it or not. Here she is being lovey by licking his beard.

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Apr 072016
 

Moxie and Slick, playing with rope.
Moxie love the rope, but she gets overly excited so Slick has to keep an eye on her and his hand so that he doesn’t come away with fresh claw injuries.

Apr 012016
 

I love our little Moxie, but she is not my cat. She is very much Slick’s cat. When he is not at home, this is what she does:
Moxie watching for Slick.
She watches the door, waiting for him to come home.

When he does come home:
Moxie being sweet with Slick.
Moxie sweetness and kisses, all for Slick. And only for Slick.

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Mar 022016
 

Nora and Slick, playing with sisal rope.
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.

Nov 242015
 

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.
Moxie and her obsession with a string toy.
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 and her obsession with a string toy.
Wait, why’d you stop?!

Oct 302015
 

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.
Moxie, stuck betwixt doors.
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.

Moxie, sound asleep and sliding down the chair onto Slick's shoulder.
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.

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Oct 062015
 

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.
Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
It was a bit foggy and wet, so we chose to hike the Turtle Rock Trail instead of slippery rock scrambling.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
The woods were cool and damp.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
Slick, playing around.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
The aspens are all yellow, or black – some of them have a fungus of some kind. The yellow leaves pop against the pines.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
I don’t know what these tree-brush things are. They looked odd, stunted and exclusionary. Less copse, more coven.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
The fog changed the views I am familiar with.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
This squirrel got down to the pine cone core while we passed.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
Lots of the brush is changing color faster than the trees.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
You can tell the spots that get the most sun through the other trees; they change before their neighbors.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
Beaver activity.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
Beaver lodge.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
The fog got denser as the afternoon wore on.

Vedauwoo, Turtle Rock Trail, in the fog.
The whole area looked different. Usually Holdout looks like a solid rock wall from this spot, but you can’t even see it now.

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!

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Jul 012015
 

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.

Rock scrambling in Vedauwoo Box Canyon area.
At the start. About half our climb was shaded because of the scrubs, trees and other rocks.

Rock scrambling in Vedauwoo Box Canyon area.
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.

Rock scrambling in Vedauwoo Box Canyon area.
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.

Rock scrambling in Vedauwoo Box Canyon area.
Part of our view near the top.

Rock scrambling in Vedauwoo Box Canyon area.
View from the other side. You can see the Ames Monument from here quite well.

Rock scrambling in Vedauwoo Box Canyon area.
Slick, in photographer mode.

Rock scrambling in Vedauwoo Box Canyon area.
There are a variety of critters in the rocks, and sometimes you can see critters in the rocks, too. I’ve drawn my outline here so you can see what I saw.

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.

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