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Showing posts with label Oliver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oliver. Show all posts
My New iGoogle Fox Friend and Other Pics
Hi People! It's been a while since I wrote, or seemed like it anyway. It's been quiet here in my little studio off the kitchen. I'm actually enjoying the "silence," which consists of church bells on the hour, sirens, birds, some strange mega-phone-fest with kids in the projects accross the street, etc. All last week workmen were working on the building and had hoisted themselves up on those window-washer-man things right outside my bedroom window and had blasted into the side of the building for days, until finally it rained and they had to stop.
But this post is about my new iGoogle fox friend that I found while doing a virtual demo with a nice sales guy at Vertical Response, an e-newsletter company. I saw that he had it on his computer, and I just HAD to have my own! I'm alone here during the day, and the grocery workers downstairs think I no longer work (when I get dressed up, they say: "Oh, you're going to work!?!), but I'm really not alone with Dinah, Oliver and Gerdy, and now the painter man named Abree, and his Pakistani roof-fixer friend who actually never fixes the roof the whole way hence the painter man. And then there's the Super, Derek, who comes every now and then when I call in a panic if I open the top part of the giant window in my studio and it's lost its springs and won't stay up, which only means that Dinah or Oliver could jump out at any moment, which would be bad because we live many stories up.
Back to the iGoogle Tea House Fox, as he's called. So you can have him too, in your personalized Google. He changes throughout the day! He has tea, does laundry, picks oranges, and fishes at night! And there is a night! And the little fishes in the pond move, I think. This is going to be like Where's Waldo, where I get to see what is different.
Another exciting thing. I have been watching a storm come down from Harlem all the way to our little block, and now it's very dark all around and I actually need to turn on some lights to see. When I say dark, I mean after dinner dark, but it's only 4pm. The wind is whipping through the kitchen. Love storms. Here comes the thunder. Gerdy has come over because she's scared, but she'll probably scamper into the bathroom in a minute, like anyone would in a thunderstorm to seek protection. Dinah has decided to curl up on my lap becauses it's 4pm and she's getting me ready aka annoying me, to feed her. Oh, Gerdy has decided against the bathroom in favor of my feet under the desk.
Ok, since you asked, here are pictures of Dinah and Oliver as hungry kitties:
And since you wondered what I did yesterday, here's a picture of the baby puppy that I held, who was born to a lovely Havanese dog (she got knocked up by a Pomeranian). This is the dog of Gerdy's dog walker. The mixed breed is actually called Ewokian, because they look like Ewoks. Cute!!
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But this post is about my new iGoogle fox friend that I found while doing a virtual demo with a nice sales guy at Vertical Response, an e-newsletter company. I saw that he had it on his computer, and I just HAD to have my own! I'm alone here during the day, and the grocery workers downstairs think I no longer work (when I get dressed up, they say: "Oh, you're going to work!?!), but I'm really not alone with Dinah, Oliver and Gerdy, and now the painter man named Abree, and his Pakistani roof-fixer friend who actually never fixes the roof the whole way hence the painter man. And then there's the Super, Derek, who comes every now and then when I call in a panic if I open the top part of the giant window in my studio and it's lost its springs and won't stay up, which only means that Dinah or Oliver could jump out at any moment, which would be bad because we live many stories up.
Back to the iGoogle Tea House Fox, as he's called. So you can have him too, in your personalized Google. He changes throughout the day! He has tea, does laundry, picks oranges, and fishes at night! And there is a night! And the little fishes in the pond move, I think. This is going to be like Where's Waldo, where I get to see what is different.
Another exciting thing. I have been watching a storm come down from Harlem all the way to our little block, and now it's very dark all around and I actually need to turn on some lights to see. When I say dark, I mean after dinner dark, but it's only 4pm. The wind is whipping through the kitchen. Love storms. Here comes the thunder. Gerdy has come over because she's scared, but she'll probably scamper into the bathroom in a minute, like anyone would in a thunderstorm to seek protection. Dinah has decided to curl up on my lap becauses it's 4pm and she's getting me ready aka annoying me, to feed her. Oh, Gerdy has decided against the bathroom in favor of my feet under the desk.
Ok, since you asked, here are pictures of Dinah and Oliver as hungry kitties:
And since you wondered what I did yesterday, here's a picture of the baby puppy that I held, who was born to a lovely Havanese dog (she got knocked up by a Pomeranian). This is the dog of Gerdy's dog walker. The mixed breed is actually called Ewokian, because they look like Ewoks. Cute!!
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Hi From Dinah and Oliver
We haven't seen them in a while, so they requested to be put on the blog. Actually, I've been making little movies of Oliver with my digital camera for YouTube (trying to start an Oliver the Terrible series), but the movies are over 10mb and I don't know how to compress them with my Standard QuickTime and iMovie. If anyone has any suggestions, do share! The movies area awfully cute. Like how Oliver didn't know what do do about the new plastic liner in the kitty litter box.
Oliver in the bathroom on my shirt.
Oliver watching me hook up my new Panasonic fax machine w/ cordless phone at midnight, which I love.
Dinah stalking my Honey Nut Cheerios (I was completely influenced by the new Honey Nut Cheerio wedding commercial where they are all eating crispy honey nut cheerios all the time)
A quick 17 second clip of Oliver and Dinah in the sink:
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Oliver in the bathroom on my shirt.
Oliver watching me hook up my new Panasonic fax machine w/ cordless phone at midnight, which I love.
Dinah stalking my Honey Nut Cheerios (I was completely influenced by the new Honey Nut Cheerio wedding commercial where they are all eating crispy honey nut cheerios all the time)
A quick 17 second clip of Oliver and Dinah in the sink:
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Oliver - Evidence
I used to like Oliver, and was going to post a cute picture of him digging out fresh kitty litter from the Arm and Hammer box, but then he turned into a monster. First it was the polkadot tulle...(see those claws???)
And now it's my irreplaceable yard of embroidered silk that matches perfectly with my wall. This is way worse than his little scratches on David's leather couch. This was the last yard - interruption: David has insisted I include that his couch is (was) worth $3000 - this was the last yard of this embroidered silk and it was my first curtain and I was just admiring how little pieces of the flowers were pale pumpkin orange, the same pale pumpkin orange that is the walls of my sewing room.
Ripped. Slashed. Broken.
Here's the stupid picture of Oliver digging out fresh kitty litter. I post this with a pout.
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And now it's my irreplaceable yard of embroidered silk that matches perfectly with my wall. This is way worse than his little scratches on David's leather couch. This was the last yard - interruption: David has insisted I include that his couch is (was) worth $3000 - this was the last yard of this embroidered silk and it was my first curtain and I was just admiring how little pieces of the flowers were pale pumpkin orange, the same pale pumpkin orange that is the walls of my sewing room.
Ripped. Slashed. Broken.
Here's the stupid picture of Oliver digging out fresh kitty litter. I post this with a pout.
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Stop Me - Oliver on the Bike
Can't stop taking pictures of Oliver! He's too crazy. Not sure how long he was out in the world as an ophan, but he certainly is a scavenger! He's as bad as the worst begging dogs in Central Park. Just two nights ago, he just stole a chicken bone from my plate before I threw it away and was munching on it.
Here's the little acrobat:
More pictures of Oliver.
First pictures of Oliver.
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Here's the little acrobat:
First pictures of Oliver.
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Announcing...Oliver
After one Saturday of lounging, pawing, hissing and trouncing, we have decided to keep the new kitten. As he is quite good at stalking Dinah on his hind legs with his forepaws outstretched and ready to grab, we have named him Oliver the Terrible. We can't even catch on camera the times he spread eagles and flies from the couch to trounce Dinah!
This is a picture-fest of Oliver, but Dinah is forever my muse.
Of course, we would not keep Oliver if Dinah was unhappy. Truth is, she is consistantly curious about him, plays with him, and came right over when we were clipping his nails (he meowed-and-meant it for the first time) to make sure he was ok.
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This is a picture-fest of Oliver, but Dinah is forever my muse.
Of course, we would not keep Oliver if Dinah was unhappy. Truth is, she is consistantly curious about him, plays with him, and came right over when we were clipping his nails (he meowed-and-meant it for the first time) to make sure he was ok.
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