Notes from Moss Cottage

Arrived last Sunday to resume duty of cat nanny to the infamous Cat Posee while Mary Ann http://dispatchfromla.typepad.com heads off to Budapest. Minus, of course, one fabulous deputy sheriff, namely, Buck Moss. Seeing Mary Ann standing there with her much bandaged thumb I could only think of this:
Sometimes grief is so real you can slice it like butter...


This time the hubby drove me out and made instant friends with Wyatt and Corky as I knew he would. After feeding them, petting and grooming we all set out on the patio. Seems as if they were waiting. Waiting for Buck.


Ms. Mary set us out for a day trip to Union Station on the Gold Line Metro.

Mike was eager to visit Union Station where his dad and mom were during WW11. She was actually pregnant with him at the time. We sat in almost every seat hoping to have sat in same ones they did so long ago....

The beautiful ceiling inside the station:

Love letters - some from California 1942:

Little Mexico right outside Union Station. Admittedly a very bad video but only 2 minutes, to just get the flavor:

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The train at end of the video took us here:

After dinner in Chinatown we drug our tired legs back on the Gold Line and to Moss Cottage. We told Wyatt and Corky of our great adventure and they told us theirs....

Day 6 of Cat Nanny Confessions

Sharpshooter failure! Extra Frisky Critter! Me and the boys searched high and low cussing and hissing half the night. Finally decided best to turn in but not much sleep to be had. Wyatt at my feet, ears perked at the slightest sound. Buck up on the table tirelessly keeping an eye out where we last spotted that rascally varmint. Dawn cracked and I opened one eye to see Wyatt on the night stand looking particularly proud. I said "Did ya git him boy"? He just smiled. Swung my feet out o covers for my waiting slippers and right there, o man, was my morning present. 

Seems to me like there is some kind o competition between Buck and Wyatt as to varmint rustling. Buck seemed all ticked off at Wyatt and headed up the bluff after his morning rations.  Corky, she just sits back and looks pretty.

After that needed some nerve juice.

Perfect to start or end a day. Adore Chamomile. Reminds me of Granny Julie's Sassafras Tea.

Decided to have my tea on the patio. Beautiful morning.

After we settled down a bit, we read his MAM'S post from over there where she is galavanting in Paris. 

He meowed and sent her his love.

On Loving LA

Delicious salad we had. Vietnamese Cafe. Yummy. Notice the coconut milk? My first ever.

View from a certain window.....

A day later out for a stroll. Lovely singing bird I had to stop and take a photo. Won't tell you what the angry man said. Not important. I think he thought I was hurting the bird.

Adore white picket fences.

Speaking of fences - love this gate! A new take on chain link.

Okay, this is the bottom of the palm tree. Love the vine growing around base...

And this is the top! Tallest palm I have ever seen!

Maybe Californians are used to such tallness...I am used to the short fat variety. 

I am picturing a local native over in Tahiti climbing up there to collect a few coconuts.

Flowers in bloom everywhere.

And it is only March. Hope you have enjoyed our little stroll. MAM has given me directions for the 25, 75 and whole buck tour de gris to explore whilst she is traipsing around in Paris. 

I can see why she loves LA