The person took me to the terrible place this morning. She insists I'll feel better there but I don't remember that part. I remember the smells and the touching - oh!! too many humans - and they have sharp pointy things that sting. Don't even try to tell me "only for a second". Do you know how long a second is?
Apparently the humans are getting complacent. Towels and extra hands indeed. Never assume you know a cat, we are ever changing entities of the highest possible will and intelligence.
The indignity of being dumped out of that ridiculous carrying device was the last straw. As Missy Silly Paw Prints Top moved to wrap me in a towel with a design matching her top I bolted.
Let me tell ya. That first step is a big one.
I've never been free at the terrible place. It stinks. CSI should come in with a black light. I sensed the poor cats that had come before me and dogs!! oh the dog smell was more than anyone should have to bear. Silly humans think they're cleaning. I give them one moment with my nose. They'd never want to breathe again.
Once I adjusted to the smells I realized the humans were freaking out. This amused me. They were closing doors and moving chairs and best of all - they were asking me to come to them. Come to you? Are you freaking kidding me?
My person was the calmest but she must stop apologizing for me. I'm in no way sorry.
I circled and leaped about. Hissing and growling at any attempt to catch me. I did my trick of making 4 legs seem to be 12. I did that Danger! Danger! thing with my tail. My teeth became huge and Edward Scissorhands had nothing on my claws.
Dr. Dudley Do Right got down on the floor. Gotta admire his balls. Actually I was looking at them and my claws were itchin' for a little soft tissue.
He just sat there. A giant lump of furless human skin. They really are grotesque creatures.
I took pity and stopped. The towel came down and my adventure was over.
Man it was fun while it lasted.
James Gandolfini described himself as "just a guy doing a silly job."
I think that attitude is a big part of what made him so successful and popular. Loved.
51 is so young. To die at dinner with his teenage son Michael is so heartbreaking.
Two little slice of NY stories about James Gandolfini ...
After 9/11 James would ride his bike around to all the Manhattan firehouses and visit the guys. He'd buy them lunch or just hang out listening to them. I saw him on the West Side Highway - I was stuck in my car in a horror of a traffic jam and he was at the intersection. I called out "hey Jimmy" and blew him a kiss. He smiled and put his hand to his heart.
When I was mentoring at a family crisis center in Northern NJ one of the Moms told me that he came into the diner where she worked all the time. He always left huge tips - on one particular night he left $500 wrapped in a note that said she should get the kids new stuff for school. She told me he always asked about her kids.
A writer for NY Magazine said this about James Gandolfini - "In the dozens of hours he had on the screen, he made Tony Soprano—lovable, repulsive, cunning, ignorant, brutal—more ruthlessly alive than any character we’ve ever encountered in television."
Ruthlessly alive - how wonderful is that.
While I loved his portrayal of Tony Soprano the real persona is the one I'll remember.
He loved dogs and was often seen around the city with his pups.
In this photo the paparazzi are teasing him because he had just stopped to pick up dog poop.
He loved his family.
Seen here at a restaurant in NYC with his wife and son and pup.
Look at that smile as he watches the little girl greet his dog.
This was the scene last night at the NJ restaurant where they shot the final moments of The Sopranos
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The moments he spent worrying about the ducks in the pool of his TV home on The Sopranos are among my favorite moments of all the many hours of that series.
In the real world James did a lot of work for animal rescues.
Peaceful Journey Jimmy
Hi guys
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When Pacino burst into the room brandishing his machine gun and shouting "Say hello to my little friend" I fell even more in love with him. That scene remains my fantasy of how to handle all the asshats and douches in my world.
On a far more peaceful level ...
This is my little friend Raoul. He walks up and down the driveway or back and forth along the curb stone whenever I bring out the trash or stumble over to get the mail. Everyone laughs and tells me it could not possibly be the same bird. No one believes but my granddaughter Hope. Hope believes me.
If I hurry into the side door Raoul will peek at me for a moment and then take off to join his family in the tree down the road.
Just some pretty purple flowers to say have a good Sunday
Stay cool
Stay safe
