Last week, on September 5th, I caught sight of the full moon hanging low over the Los Angeles Harbor just after twilight's end. Usually, any photos I take of the harbor at night are blurry at best. But I thought this photo put the harbor in a particularly nice light. (Pun intended.) I'm presenting this as my Wednesday Vignette.
Visit Anna of Flutter & Hum to see what her camera caught this week and to find images shared by others.
I also took a couple shots of my cat this week that made me laugh, although the source of my amusement requires explanation.
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| Has Pipig been given a "time out" for some transgression? |
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| Or is this simply an example of the usual feline narcolepsy? |
Neither of those theories explain Pipig's behavior. As it turns out, she was intently focused on a very narrow space at the bottom of the door, a spot about a quarter of an inch wide and less than an inch tall, where the weather-stripping running the length of the door stopped short of the threshold. For over a week, my husband and I'd been perplexed about how teeny-tiny baby lizards were getting into the house. Pipig is usually my husband's favorite scapegoat when something goes awry in the house but even he didn't think she was bringing in the tiny lizards. Her behavior at the door provided the final clue. As my husband searched for a temporary solution to stop the small lizards from entering through the gap, Pipig stood watch. However, she eventually got bored and left her station, leaving us to chase down one more baby lizard before the hole was patched.
Frustrated house-loving lizards continue to hang out by the front door.
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| This is an adult lizard, approximately 3 or 4 times the size of the invading baby lizards. Of course, the larger lizards do have another way into the house. It they're foolish and enter Pipig's screened porch, she'll catch them and bring them in to lay at my feet, as she did yesterday. Catching that one took my husband and I a good half hour and required moving several pieces of furniture. He was relocated to the back slope, far from Pipig and her porch. |
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