Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)

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Cat herder. Old lady. Nerd. Be who you are and let others do the same. Everything isn't about what you want, and louder doesn't equal right-er. The best good deeds are the ones performed with no reward but the knowledge that you helped.

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Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· 2d

Here I am, Ant Ka'ra! You just thought I was a plant cause I was inna pot, but I was oney bein funny, an I got you! 😹 --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie the mask and mantle tuxedo cat is being a slightly lumpy loaf on the beige rug in the front room. For once, her light green irises are actually visible because she doesn't have big, black Crazy Eyes.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· 2d

Ain't nobody here but us plantses! --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie the mask and mantle tuxedo cat is sitting inside an unused terracotta plant pot beside a floral love seat in the living room near the window. Another, white terracotta pot is tipped over beside her. Why is she in a plant pot? Because Stephanie. Why is the other pot tipped over? Because Stephanie. What is she looking at? She's looking at me, after my just having told her to get her furry little Oreo arse out, since she's broken two of these pots already.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· 8d

But this is lots better than kitty beds! --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie the mask and mantle tuxedo cat is curled up in a grocery bag among some boxes I need to break down because tomorrow is trash day. The bag was just tossed on the pile of boxes, but she pulled it off and stuck her head into it until she got it open, then made it into a nest. Like all cats, she loves boxes, but she likes making nests from plastic grocery bags, too. She doesn't chew them like she does boxes, so I let her have any she finds until I can't stand literal trash on the floor any longer. It's not like the house isn't full of comfortable cat beds, and the cat trees have hammocks, and there's obviously upholstered furniture, but nope--boxes and grocery bags! I installed a new cat door for The Herd this weekend, and I'm glad I don't have to return it because when Stephanie realized that there was absolutely no way she could fit into it, she chewed it. She doesn't eat the cardboard; just spits it out on the rug for me to clean up.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· 9d

Stevie Cookie, trying yet again to get out of the Cat Cave. There's a reason their RFID door is powered by an AC adapter rather than batteries; he unlocks the door with his chip, then just...sits there, draining the batteries while he plans his next move. He did make it out...eventually. 😹

Stevie Cookie, a mask and mantle tuxedo cat, is peering out through the cat door to the Cat Cave (used to be the garage). The door is RFID; it unlocks with the cats' microchips, and makes an audible click when it does. Cookie, however, is not the brightest guy, and hasn't made the connection between the click sound and "I can open it now"; he seems to think it's some sort of random magic that happens if he sits there long enough. The door is powered by four AA batteries, and while power use is negligible when it's locked, it uses a lot to hold it unlocked. My late husband's cats had one of these doors, and the batteries needed changing twice a year. I have Cookie, though, and a new set of Duracell or Energizer was lasting a little over a week, so I bought an AC adapter that has one live cell, and three dummy cells to fill the spaces. Considering I've seen Cookie sit there as long as twenty minutes, his chip holding the door unlocked, but his 640K RAM brain not yet having processed what to do next, it was the only viable solution. Poor Cookie...so cute, so sweet, so dumb. 🖤🤍🖤

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· 14d

You're onna caputer too much anyways. --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie, a mask and mantle tuxedo cat, is sprawled upside down on my beat up old black office chair. Sometimes, she lets me sit there, but not always, and even when she does, I have to squish over to make room for her, too, because Stephanie. She's her own reason.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· 18d

OK, we got lotsa them! An they ain't all growed up yet so they can't fly. Cause they ain't got no wing yet. I will bring dAde one like this. It is a teen age. --sTuffin🐾

Teenaged Tenodera sinensis praying mantis nymph, perfectly camouflaged amongst green leaves of morning glory.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Jul 12

OK you can sit in my chair, but oney if you geddover an make rooms for me. --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie, a mask and mantle tuxedo cat, has squeezed herself in between me and the arm of my office chair. In the background are two resin printers, and some stacks of filament for FDM printers, and a notepad Stephanie knocked onto the floor. This is her new thing; come in at a dead run, jump onto the back of the chair, wait a minute, then put her cat hands on the chair arm and slooowly climb down, carefully balancing, until she's squeezed herself between me and the chair arm. Then she looks at me as if to say, "Scooch over and pet me!", and of course, I do. If I'm not in my chair, she is; that's her new favourite place to sleep. It's certainly not the most comfortable place she could sleep, but it's where she wants to be because cat.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Jun 21

Thunderstorm, rain, tornado siren blaring, fire truck sirens going by out on the highway. Beans: "What? You're disturbing my catio time."

Beans the tabby cat in her catio, calm as can be in spite of all the noise. She loves it out there; she doesn't want to go outside in the open, but she spends most of her time sleeping in their little catio.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Jun 14

You can wash it 'nother time. I'm usin it right now. --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie the tuxedo cat is lying on an old towel I use on the couch when I've been working outside in the dirt. The towel is atop my bathroom scales, though Stephanie already knows she weighs "10 ponds". I wanted to wash the towel, but she loves to recline on things as if she's a very fancy lady, so I let her keep it and washed the rest.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Jun 10

Oh, Stephanie, what happened? Poor babycat; how did you get a boo-boo on your nose? Stephanie: What boo-boo? What nose? Watcha got there? Lemme see!

A very unflattering, blurry closeup of Stephanie the tuxedo cat's face. I was trying to take a picture so I could get a better look at the side of her nose--"Stephanie" and "still" rarely occur in the same sentence--but of course she had to stick her face right up in the camera lens, with a bonus blep. She's not really a pretty girl, but she's cute, and she has so much personality. Stephanie is cat-shaped, but what she actually *is* remains a mystery. Insane Oreo Gremlin is the closest I can come to a description.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Jun 9

I like milkweed flowers...they look as if they're made of wax. Bonus tiny black friend; probably a feather legged fly. 💚🩷

The dusky pink flowers and leaves of common milkweed, Asclepias syriaca, with bonus tiny friend, probably a feather legged fly. I made a flowerbed for the milkweed, planted it, and...it said, "Nah," and decided instead to roam the yard, planting itself wherever it wanted. Fortunately, I have a Yard Mullet; business in the front, party in the back. The front is neat for people, but the back yard belongs to me, the plants, and the creatures that live there, so if milkweed wants to roam, or 7' tall giant hyssop decides the front of the flowerbed is the place to be, or pipevine takes over the southwest corner, we're fine with that. We love green, and colourful flowers, and living things, and we're not fussy about how it looks. We don't let perfect get in the way of good.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Jun 7

Not great because I was doing yard work and all I had was my phone, but Eastern Pondhawk is a favourite. 💚

Female or juvenile male Eastern Pondhawk dragonfly. Vivid green with black patches on the abdomen. Adult males are a blue and look as if they've been coated with a dusting of fine white powder. This one would have grown up in my frog pond, and was perched on pipevine as it hunted in The Flowerbed That Pipevine Ate about 50' from the pond. Seriously...I planted one scrawny pipevine ten or so years ago, and now it owns the southwest corner of my yard. Not that Pipevine Swallowtail butterflies are particularly upset about that...

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Jun 7

Not sure what to call this.

Stephanie the tuxedo cat is lying on her back with only her top half visible. Her cat hands are held out in front of her, bent at the wrist. Her light green eyes look as if she's seen something strange and the very tip of her tongue is poking out of her mouth. I was just petting her; I don't know why she looks like this.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 29

Hello, little glow-butt! 💛

A firefly, most likely Common Eastern (Photinus pyralis), perched on a leaf of Dutchman's Pipe (Aristolochia macrophylla), waiting for dusk to start the light show. There were none, but I built them a place to live and breed, and they came. (I still make sure my neighbour doesn't know there's a pile of decomposing wood down by the creek. Poor guy would probably have a stroke.)

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 27

Trumpet creeper can absolutely be a thug, but I knew exactly what I was planting, and have it contained. Once these open, I'll have some happy hummingbirds!

Soon-to-open blooms of Campsis radicans, trumpet creeper. Controlled, it's a beautiful native vine with big, bright orange trumpet-shaped flowers, beloved by hummingbirds. Uncontrolled, it can take over a yard, a deck, a house, and possibly your car if it's parked too long! 😄 I have it in two places: an 18-year-old one on a 10' high purpose-built pergola in the back yard, by itself so I can mow all around it, and a younger one on the south side that I'm training into tree form. That one is near the house, so I cut the bottom from a big storage tote, sunk it in the ground, and planted the vine within, so it can't send underground runners and engulf my house. Trumpet creeper has a bad reputation because people think it'd be pretty right beside the house...and it is, but this is a vine that means business, so you have to be careful where you plant it, and remove seed pods before they mature!

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 26

My copilot. I found him on the windshield when I left work. Not wanting him to blow away, I opened the door and herded him into the car. He hung out on the dash, probably criticizing my driving, until I got home and herded him to the outside of the car. Phidippus audax, the bold jumping spider. 💚

Rear view of a male Phidippus audax spider on the door frame of a red car. He refused to turn around for the camera, but jumping spiders are the puppies of the arachnid world, and P. audax is definitely one of the cutest. Chonky, fuzzy bodies, black and white, with big eyes and metallic green chelicerae (fangs). They seem more curious about people than they are afraid, and will often stop and look up at you. Why, I don't know, because to a spider, we're so big they can't even see all of us at once, so we're viewed more as mobile landscape than individual creatures. Bold jumpers are sometimes kept as pets, and may even follow a laser pointer like a cat, but I prefer mine free. I didn't name this guy, but I had one named Tim who lived for a few weeks between the window and screen of a storm door. He moved out and moved on over the long weekend. Wishing a long and happy life both to Tim, and to Copilot Spider. ❤️

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 25

Delphinium is notoriously finicky and hard to grow. For that reason, I've never tried; I don't have time for fussy flowers. I went into the Flowerbed That Pipevine Ate to make sure my baby dogwood wasn't getting strangled, and...I have delphinium. I'll guess they're wild.

Small stand of some kind of delphinium that has randomly appeared in a woefully overgrown and fairly neglected wildflower bed in my back yard. I guess the trick to growing delphinium is...don't even try and they just appear?

Closer view of the delphinium blooms. Most are white and a few are purple. I'd assume they're wild; I can't imagine how a cultivated variety could have got there.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 23

@karaisntactive.bsky.social Ant Ka'ra, I made you a pitcher of Mum when she was fixin the mowr wire. I colour real carfel!

Drawing of an angry stick lady in an orange T-shirt and jeans, holding up two ends of a broken robot mower boundary wire, drawn in the style of a child. There is a flowerbed of seedlings, represented by a brown blob with small green marks, and a tree in the background. A bright red Northern Cardinal is perched crookedly in the tree. The Automower sits on the grass in the foreground, and there are digging tools on the grass in front of the stick lady.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 21

Hiris! Alla us just came to Mum 'cept for Beans. She was in kitty jail cause she didn't have no home but I needed a cat friend so Mum looked for someone same age as me. An Beans was sad an mad in kitty jail so Mum gave them bail money an Beans came home. She ain't sad an mad no more. --sTuffin🐾

Beans the tabby cat's "please adopt me" picture from the shelter. They did their best, but she was having none of it. She hissed, and occasionally swatted, and didn't meow, but I wanted her because she *needed* a real home. I thought I'd have to work with her a lot, but the instant I set her carrier on the floor inside the door, she meowed a small meow, and I knew I'd done right by passing over the pretty, friendly cats and choosing her. She's the sweetest girl, and loves affection. Not once has she ever hissed at me, or swatted; she just needed a quiet place to be herself. Adopt, don't shop--you'll probably find a gem!

Beans looks much different now. She's not the frightened, hissy cat that was scrunched into the corner of her cage; she's happy and comfortable in her home. She just needed a chance. 🩷

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 19

Mum would never ganore a perfekly nice kitty belly on her chair but I better make a skweek so she will look an see I am cute. An pet me. --sTuffin🐾

Tuxedo cat Stephanie is lying upside down in a black desk chair, doing her best to look cute. I was not asleep on the couch; I was merely resting my eyes, and when I woke u...when *my eyes were rested*, I went to the kitchen. Stephanie is difficult to see in my chair if she's right side up, and I've nearly sat on her more than once, but she emitted her distinctive tiny meow (sounds like a asthmatic mouse walking up stairs with heavy shopping) and rolled over. She knew very well I'd stop and pet her...and she was right.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 17

Inside? Why would I want to be inside? --Beans🐾

Beans the tabby cat is sprawled out on a light green-painted wood platform in the little catio I made for her and Stephanie. Beans is practically a ghost in the house since the weather warmed; she comes inside to eat, and at random times for pets, and if it's raining sideways like it did yesterday, but otherwise, if I'm looking for her, I just check the catio. She'll be there.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 3

Oh, Stephanie, I *do* wish you'd take more care with your hair. It's all going every which way! Young ladies ought to have tidy hair, you know. Mother says!" --Beans🐾

Beans the tabby cat grooms tuxedo Stephanie's head while the two of them lie on a fuzzy, light blue blanket atop my legs. Stephanie rarely holds still long enough for Beans to groom her, but Beans loves grooming her (also me), so on this rare occasion, she got in every lick she could before we all fell asleep for a long nap.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· May 2

"Sweetgum balls can be used as a deterrent to keep cats out of areas where you don't want them. The balls are sharp and spiky, and cats don't like the way they feel..." (Every Google search result for "what to do with sweetgum balls.)

Miki the dilute tortoiseshell cat is comfortably ensconced in a big pile of sweetgum balls and leaves that I've finally gathered up. That's the last of them. Unless you have one, you have no idea how many sweetgum balls a large tree can produce! It would seem she didn't get the memo that sweetgum balls are a cat deterrent. She and Andy were napping in them earlier. Having stepped on the balls enough times, I can assure you that they are spiky and sharp, but cat deterrent? Hmm...

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Apr 29

Beans don't wanna play with me, an Mum gotta go to work so she can't play with me. That's OK. I will play by my own self. --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie the tuxedo cat is lying on her side on the floor. Behind her is their pink toy box, the contents of which she has dumped out onto the floor because I do love picking up their toys before the robot vacuum runs and eats them, and by her feet is a pink sparkly pompom ball. I'd love to stay and play with her, but of our household of nine, only one of us has thumbs, a driver's license, and a job, and it's not Stephanie!

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Apr 26

The fact that it's a beautiful spring day and not a cold winter day deterred me not in the least from making self-saucing cake. Now...how much of this can I eat at once? Let's see...😁

A self-saucing cake in a metal non-stick pan. The cake batter and the sugar/butter/boiling water all go into the pan, and the cake bakes up through as the water reduces in the sauce. Similar to pouding chômeur. Best warm, fresh out of the oven.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Apr 26

Ah, spring! Furry blobs on the patio.

Backpack (left) and Andy (right), both bicolour tabbies, crashed out flat on a patio that someone really should clear of weeds. Why they sleep on the concrete when there are any number of softer surfaces available can be answered only by, "Because cat". It's not even hot; it's a magnificent day. As feeding time approaches, the remaining four are straggling in. Guess it's time to go get their food. A cat lady's work is never done!

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Apr 19

Who you callin' Fat Man?

Backpack, a bicolour tabby cat, is half-crouched on a concrete patio. Viewed from the front, he's basically four circles and two triangles because he's rather fat. All of The Herd gained a lot of weight the first winter they were here, living in the heated Cat Cave (insulated garage) with food, water, and cat bathrooms all available without going outside, but only Backpack didn't lose it in spring. He's been a chonker ever since. I can't restrict his food because The Herd are semi-feral, and all eat together; they have their routine that they've known for years. He doesn't take anyone else's canned food; he just likes his kitty crunchies a bit too much. At least he still fits through the cat door, I guess.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Apr 18

It's oney your chair if you're in it. --sTuffin🐾

Stephanie the tuxedo cat, in my very (very!) recently vacated black desk chair. I was kind of in the middle of working on something on my desktop computer, but I guess I can lean and type. That look is just *daring* me to move her. 😄

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Apr 18

It turned chilly this morning.

Miki the dilute tortoiseshell and Andy the bicolour tabby are curled up together in a wooden box I built for a summer cat bed. It's chilly and rainy today, but not enough for them to go in the Cat Cave (garage). Miki was the first feral who showed up here, and I'd planned to socialize her for a house cat. She, however, had her own plans, which most emphatically did not include being a house cat, and after establishing herself here, brought her friend Andy. Now, The Herd are six, and Beans and Stephanie in the house. I figure I'm about one cat short of crazy. Miki and Andy are no longer feral, but the only human they tolerate is the Bringer of Food and Provider of Warm, Dry Shelter...me. If The Herd see or hear anyone else, they just...disappear. I can pet some of them sometimes, and sometimes not, and two of them think I'm Satan bearing a bowl of canned cat food, but that's okay. It's enough that they're fed, safe, vaccinated, and not making more feral cats that no one wants.

Miki Ravioli (an me, sTuffin!🐾)@androidgenious· Apr 15

But maybe dAde might get you a cat balkamy like Cat Dad got Miffy when him an Mum lived at 'nother house? It ain't too big but you could have French airs an smells an see skwers, an it got a kitty door. An Mum says it just go inna window like a air condish. Here is 2 pitchers of Miffy. --sTuffin🐾