WOKE WEDNESDAY

JUST SAYIN'

BOW-WOW!

It has been pointed out to me over the years that I, posting on this blog as Catalyst, favor cats over dogs.

First of all the word catalyst has nothing to do with cats.

I chose it for my avatar because of its definition: a person, place or thing that acts as an impetus.

In other words, a burr under your saddle . . an encouragement to provoke action, or debate.

But it is true that I love cats more than I do dogs.

That's just me.

However, in spite of that, I devote today's post to what is referred to by dog-lovers as Man's Best Friend.

So there.

Meeee-ooowwww.

HARBOR ARBOR UPDATE

The backyard Harbor Arbor now has some "real" foliage around it.

On the left a Wisteria vine, on the right a Honeysuckle.

The honeysuckle is wearing what I call it's long underwear.

Not to keep it warm but to protect the tender shoots from the heat.

At least that's what SWMBO claims and I do not argue with her.

That stuff up on top is still artificial but the birds don't seem to mind.

There's another healthier Honeysuckle over against the wall.

When it has blossoms we've seen the occasional hummingbird hovering around it.

We've added some stepping stones and more bark to beautify the area somewhat.

I was worried that all that foliage and ironware might confuse the birds seeking a drink or a bath.

But they've shown their innate ability to weave under and around and prove me wrong.

( Did I just hear him say "Who's the birdbrain around here?" )

CAT HUMOR

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Gentle Readers you may wonder, if this is the day for The Friday Funnies, what I can offer up to top yesterday's post.

Wonder away cuz I have contributors who keep me well stocked.

As in . . .

See, I told you there was some more humor in this silly old thing we call existence.

Now elect excellence, eminence and ebullience in your ever elated eloquence and endeavours this end of the week.

In short, have a great weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

THROWBACK THURSDAY

Okay, today we're going back 30 years.

But I warn you: this story may be considered NSFW (Not Safe For Work).

Read at your own discretion or close it now.

It relates to when Judy and I were living in Guadalajara, Mexico.

We had become acquainted with a cosmetic surgeon (plastic surgery doc) who treated many clients from the United States.

He had signed up several gringo expatriates who would provide housing and food for the patients during the time they were in Mexico.

The clients paid the hosts directly for the service, which included taking them to the doctor's office for daily checkups following their surgeries.

The incident in the following story was related in a letter to our friends Timmer and The Beaner (Tim and Jeanne).

Today Tim sent it back to me and said use it on TBT if you dare.

Okay, here goes.

We had several more patients before we returned to the U.S. but never again an experience as, uh,  titillating as that one.