It's hot in LA!

My time here at Moss Cottage came to an end with a heat wave that is keeping me and the posee indoors until the sun goes down. 

We fight over who gets closest to the air conditioner. It's that hot.

Of course, I let them win. I am like that.

I hit a few thrift stores. Found some stuff. Almost bought a desk and had it shipped until I came to my senses. But sense tells me I will be sorry.

Going into my Love 1942 Journal. Some of it. Oh yea. 

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:

New Project 5 from Corliss Eden on Vimeo.

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....

In Memory of Buckness.....

Last evening I read this: Buck Moss has left the building. Oh yes, I shed a few tears. He was the greatest deputy sheriff a cat nanny could ever have. Only less than a week from saddling up with him again to rustle up some varmints. Sad to say he met his match when he became the varmint in the eyes of two pit bulls.  RIP Bucky-boy. You will be missed.

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.

Confessions of a Cat Nanny

Be jealous. Be very jealous. I would be if I were in your shoes!

Now that I have been officially been deputized, I can claim my status as Corky the Cat Nanny of the infamous MAM Cat Posse! Yup, my first try out for deputy sheriff was back when Ms. Moss was off to Istanbul. We got along just fine back then but it was obvious they were sizing me up and not once allowed me to join in rustling up any varmints. Now that I am back while the official sheriff is off to Paris, I have been properly initiated and official. For all you other wanna-bees out there I highly recommend my personal varmint-getter - a 40 in. 'grabber'. A stick with a claw at the end. Made for short people like me to reach highest places in closets and shelves. Can't be without it. You can substitute for a cane in a pinch (no pun intended).

This the whole story:

Posse report as translated by deputy sheriff, cat nanny:

As the oldest (and therefore wisest) member of this here posse (namely Buck), I rustled up the first varmint to see jes how good this here deputy nanny really is. Oh, I had a great time messing with that little rat fink - even run him into nanny's open suitcase. Whatever sharpshooter that durn deputy brought - well, when she hit him with it he got lifted plumb in the air and over the fence before I could even draw any blood! Purty durn impressive. I have been keeping her feet warm every night! 

Then next night ole Wyatt decided to bring in The Fat Mole - you know, the one that looks like Michael Jackson's Ben and thinks he is so cute? He was so big it would've keep Wyatt busy for hours before bringing him down. Out comes the sharpshooter again but this time the varmint's so fat he didn't make it over the fence and there went Wyatt after him again. Found his cold, dead body later and this time saw her use that long pistol to put it in a sack and toss it in that big bin. Wyatt put another notch in his whiskers.

What can we say about that useless Corky? All she does is collects burrs, leaves and small branches in her fur all day just to get nanny to brush her and pet her. I do my best to keep her in line but she just goes off and does it again. 

Nanny tells us about your mission over there in that foreign place and we are glad to hear at least there are more dogs than cats this time. We feel bad not being with you to protect you from all those varmints - we know they are everywhere! But don't you worry about Moss Cottage. Between us, nanny and her sharpshooter, we'll keep things safe.

Meow, Purr, Meow, Purr, Meow Purr

The Cat Posse

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After reading this you may not think to be jealous, but 'au contra-ire' (as they say in Paris).

If you are a reader of blogs about art journals, travel, books, music and inspiration you probably already know about Dispatch from LA. There is nothing quite as wonderful as holding a work of art in your hands and taking as long as you want to fill up your eyes. My own kitties (see them in sidebar) and Mr. Man miss me but loving that I come home so inspired and rested after my cat nanny retreat is over. Are you green yet?