Move Over, Green. Pink!

You may remember — or maybe not, it was quite a while ago — I was griping that Bugs would play solely and exclusively with his green ball.

He absolutely, categorically refused to touch his pink ball.  Leaving me stuck with the durn thing, trying to auction it off.

https://catself.wordpress.com/2011/01/19/strange-cat-person-item-category-two/

You can see it at the bottom there, just by pink Nu-Bear’s right leg.

Now?  Bugs is all about pink.

I have more to say on the subject of my last post, The Law of Kindness — but after Melanie’s sad news about her loss of Romeo, I just don’t have the heart for that kind of heavy lifting right now.

http://houseofcarnivores.blogspot.com/2011/06/sad-day.html

Bugs and I are having “issues” anyway — so ditto re the heavy lifting.  I’ll explain later.

Right now, let me hark back to several days ago, when I was drafting a post I thought, in heedless optimism, I’d call “Bugs In The Pink.”  I was so happy that Bugs had re-discovered the pink bell-ball — and that he had stopped shouting at me and started to play all by himself.

Here he is with the pink ball in his mouth.  I was too excited to get the focus right.

I loved the determined look on his face, nicely offset by the extreme pinkness.  Too cute.

Here’s a sequence of him having big fun with his pink ballie.

. . . and here’s an also-unduly optimistic shot . . .

. . . . to express how I felt when the sun was shining again, early in the morning, in one brief moment before the Arkansas summer heat slammed down.

Another diss of the green:  Bugs got into the swiss chard.

You may also recall, he’s a fan of bok choy.

Bok choy’s OK.  Chard’s not — too much oxalic acid.  Move over, green.  Here’s more on the pink theme:

And here is His Feistiness, temporarily at rest.

My relief at any such hiatus is tempered by sadness at the loss of Romeo.  RIP sweet boy.


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About nadbugs

Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
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10 Responses to Move Over, Green. Pink!

  1. We like a mancat who can enjoy pink toys! We’re very sorry for the loss of your friend. We’ll send our gentlest purrs.

  2. nadbugs says:

    Thank you for your sympathy, OK Cats. Romeo was such a sweetie.

    And on a brighter note, yes, I spose it is nice to see that Bugs is so confident in his masculinity. Given that he’s a little lacking in some of the equipment that goes along with it . . . . I guess I ought to be glad that lack hasn’t interfered with His Feistiness — although I shudder to think what he’d be like with said equipment . . . .

  3. Eleanor says:

    I remember the ball/cat toy post. It just goes to show that you should never throw anything away – one day (with no obvious reasons) they will decided that they want it. And the pink suits him.

    Such sad news about Romeo. It’s desperately sad when they die before their time like that.

    • nadbugs says:

      Yes. It’s shocking.

      I’m impressed you remember that post, Eleanor. Update: The auction | garage sale was not a success and so I’ve had to take your advice (part with nothing) by default. The house is becoming smaller. Trade sanctions have been imposed. Goods are evading the blockade somehow; getting in through underground tunnels is my unconfirmed guess. Send help.

  4. So it’s true then — real mancats DO play with pink balls!
    I was also very sad about Romeo’s passing. It’s never easy to lose a fur kid no matter how much time we have with them.

    • nadbugs says:

      Dear Julia, great to see you here — I enjoy it over by you & will stop by & say so there, too.

      Yes, this mancat is pink and proud. A little too proud. Am planning on writing more about that particular aspect of his Him-ness soon, as soon, that is, as he will leave me alone long enough to pull it off.

      I can’t believe how choked up I get reading about *other* peoples’ experience with loss of fur kids. I am afraid and in dread! It’s the truth. I just have to say it. There’s no getting around it.

  5. MadAboutPets says:

    Ahhh, I love when they carry the ball in their mouth! Our Birman used to do that with her poofballs, until she somehow managed to lose all 20 of them. Somewhere in the house she must have a stash, but I’ve yet to find it.

  6. Melanie says:

    Lovely, I’m glad that Bugs has rediscovered a “new” toy! And I find myself giggling at the idea of him eating bok choy and being A-OK with that, but not so hot on the chard. Thank you for your kind words about Romeo. Your care and concern means a lot to me… in fact, I am amazed at the support that you and others in the pet blogosphere have shown me. It has made a very difficult week a little bit brighter.

    • nadbugs says:

      I’m so glad to hear it’s been helpful for you in this sad time, Melanie. This community of kindness — it’s been so helpful to me, too. I’m feeling a little amazed, actually. I *never* would have guessed, when I first started. I’m so happy to be with you here like this.

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