A while ago, Magi was not doing well. Or she was doing some serious method acting for her video career. But on her new regime, she is perky. More interested in looking around than in sprawling on the floor. She seems to like the view of the outside from the Ocean Table.
Magi doesn't hang out on the floor so much any more. Maybe it's the thyroid drugs she's on. Maybe it's the loaded hamper in the bedroom.
In case you were wondering, the producer of this series is not dead. And here is episode 2.
[Marcie and Red Vera, you may skipt this post.]
Drexel likes to keep an eye on me while I'm at the computer.
She had a chair, but it was getting in the way. So I added carpet scraps to the nightstand that is no longer needed in the guest room.
One of the Jennifers asked if she could fill out a form so she could join Marcie in not looking at cats on this blog. I may not be able to please all of my readers, but I can at least fulfill this request.
Marcie, there is no need for you to complete this form, but others may appreciate seeing what answers are required in order to get the dispensation.
This is to make up for the incredibly long legal posting just below.
For People who think my schema for the Great Glebe Garage Sale was overly detailed, check out this Nap Schema
For everyone except Marcie, Drexel's latest video, Drexel Returns:
"It's how I'll make you famous," I tell her when I want to blog.
But it is no use. Drexel insists that we watch TV.
Drexel asked me to go outside with her this evening. I think she wanted to show me something.
Here is the first of Drexel's Adventure Videos...
Drexel quickly chose the chair at the top of the stairs to the second floor to be her main hangout. I think because it gives her a good overview of the house and what is going on. The unfortunate thing is that she would like me to hang out there skritching her but there just isn't enough for me to do there. I've rigged a cosy spot next to my desk, but she hasn't taken to it. Yet.
This is my cat Drexel (or Drexelina if you're being formal). I have owned her for a couple of weeks and have waited until we finished our settling in period before blogging her. Drexel is particularly happy to be here because I am going to make her a star.
I know there are other famous cats out there in the blog-o-sphere. Zoom has her furry and friendly Duncan. Megan has her gender-twisting Freya. But Drexel will surpass them all.
Why? Because she leads a full and active life even though she lost her right hind leg in a tragic accident in her youth. Yes, Drexel is a tripod. But she doesn't let it slow her down. When she is in a hurry she can run down the stairs as fast as any other cat. She can hop on a bed or a kitchen table, no problem.
There are people out there who may contest my ownership claim to Drexel, but I am prepared to take this all the way to Superior Court of Justice (Small Claims Division) if they press the issue.
You see, Drexel originally belonged to Eric (The tragic accident occurred during his ownership. Nobody holds Eric responsible, but it is a fact that could be useful at trial.) When Eric moved to Manhattan years and years ago, he asked his sister Manon to look after Drexel for a couple of weeks. But Eric didn't take Drexel back after those couple of weeks. He abandoned her and thereby relinquished his claim of ownership over her.
You might think that Manon became the owner of Drexel once it was clear that Drexel was abandoned, but she didn't because she never formed the intention to own the cat.
Here is a quote from my Illustrated Summary on Property Law:
Personal property upon being abandoned ceases to be the property of any person until it is appropriated by another with the intent to acquire ownership to it.
When Manon needed a temporary home for Drexel, I said, "Move her in to my place." Manon thought that was a great idea because she had no idea of my clever plan.
The moment Manon left Drexel here and walked out the door, I had both possession of the cat and the intention to own her and thus acquired ownership.
Some of you may be uncomfortable with the idea of humans owning cats. Let me assure you that Drexel has no such issues. Manon came over a few days after the drop-off. We were sitting on the couch and Drexel hopped up and allowed Manon to stroke the soft fur around her neck.
I patted my leg and said, "come here Drexel."
Manon's eyes went wide with astonishment when Drexel immediately hopped over her lap and came to me. "She never comes when she's called."
"She does now," I said.
Interesting fact: Drexel is the German equivalent of the last name "Turner". [Source]
Apparently Grumpy Guy seems concerned that I would run out on my responsibility for a feline. As you can see from this latest message from Lyle, he can not only look out for himself, but he can use photo editing software to order takeout.
Lyle has chosen to come and stay with me again while his mom is out of town. I am happy to report that there has been no hiding behind the couch at all. It is as though he was never gone.
In fact, I'm the one who has to be reminded of things. Like being careful when I go up the spiral staircase in the dark. Lyle is very fond of keeping an eye on things from the upper steps.
A big thank you to Jo Stockton who spotted an excellent binder clip use in the movie Air Guitar Nation.
If you look closely, you'll see that the famous air guitarist David "C. Diddy" Jung use binder clips to fasten his Hello Kitty breastplate to its straps.
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