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Tilting at Windmills

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November 2, 2007
By: Kevin Drum

FRIDAY CATBLOGGING....Domino spent nearly the entire day yesterday curled up in a (very unphotogenic) little black ball upstairs, which meant that we were very close to having Domino-free Friday catblogging today. In a pinch, I was planning to replace her with a picture of a lovely, perfect yellow rose that's blooming in our garden at the moment — an appropriate choice, as Drum trivia experts know, because "The Yellow Rose of Texas" was the music playing at St. Mary's Hospital at the moment I was born.

But at the last minute Domino appeared downstairs and started carousing around, growling at Inkblot, and chasing after nonexistent ethereal creatures. When she got tired of all that she decided to settle down on Marian's lap, which produced the very rare lapblogging photo you see here. I even sort of got permission to post it. I wasn't forbidden to post it, anyway, which is good enough for me.

Inkblot, for some reason, has become much more enamored of my desk lately, and tends to spend an hour or so there every morning. Sometimes this is just because he feels like it, other times it's because he wants me to get up and give him possession of the desk chair. The only downside is that sometime he turns around and rests his head on the phone, and then jumps out of his fur when it rings. But I'm sure he'll get used to it soon. Maybe I need to get him his own iPhone.

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Kevin, You must turn the ringer off on your phone.
It is imperative that Inkblot not be disturbed during his reverie. If he gets distracted he might just decide to not run for president.

INKBLOT FOR PRESIDENT!

Posted by: optical weenie on November 2, 2007 at 3:07 PM | PERMALINK

You know, I never will really 'get' cat people, at least those who can never seem to see enough cat photos, but (because of my hippy upbringing) whatever floats your boat I guess.

Posted by: Tripp on November 2, 2007 at 3:08 PM | PERMALINK

cats are like religion, either you get it or you don't.

i get cats, religion not so much.

Posted by: mestizo on November 2, 2007 at 3:27 PM | PERMALINK

Inkblot will likely get tired of her new favorite place before not being scared by the ringing telephone.

Posted by: ET on November 2, 2007 at 3:30 PM | PERMALINK

Tripp, it's called life. Get one, darlin'.

"I even sort of got permission to post it. I wasn't forbidden to post it, anyway, which is good enough for me."

The good Mrs. Drum has had previous experience of you creeping around snapping pictures of your cats in various belly-exposing poses. She must have surmised that when this photo was taken it would go to serve a particular sub-set of the American population that gravitates towards your blog, those who dig cats.

I, as one of the said "cat people" as Tripp so uniquely stated, do GET it, that within the photos you so kindly share with us are two lovely reasons to smile and a way to start the week-end with an mental image of something far more worthwhile than He Who Shall Remain Nameless but whose initials are King Bush.

Have a great week-end all, the fall leaves smell so good, and the air is full of future promise.... :)

Posted by: Zit on November 2, 2007 at 3:36 PM | PERMALINK

Cats these days, with their laps and keyboards. No planning for the future. Just living in the present.

When I was a kitten, things were rough. Hand-me-down toys, litterboxes that went hours without a cleaning. Sometimes there'd be entire weeks without catnip.

Posted by: Moggie on November 2, 2007 at 3:36 PM | PERMALINK

One thing I will never understood about my cats was why the most comfortable place in the house was ALWAYS in the middle of the open book I was reading at that moment.

Posted by: Joshua Norton on November 2, 2007 at 3:44 PM | PERMALINK

Yay for Cat People who Get It! I look forward to Cat Blogging every Friday.

What kind of trade-off photo is Marian going to expect this time? She already caught you snoozing in bed with Domino...

Posted by: greynoldsct00 on November 2, 2007 at 3:48 PM | PERMALINK

Since it was the theme music when you were born, you should know that virtually all of Emily Dickinson's poems can be sung to the tune of "Yellow Rose of Texas."

Try it sometime: "My life had stood/a Loaded Gun..."

Posted by: theAmericanist on November 2, 2007 at 3:53 PM | PERMALINK

Americanist: In fact, I did know that! I think I learned it after my mother told me the "Yellow Rose" story and I looked it up.

Posted by: Kevin Drum on November 2, 2007 at 4:11 PM | PERMALINK

I am a dog person who visits for catblogging (and the politics too). There can never be enough animal blogging - what better when you think your head will explode from the insanity of Dubya. Lovely as ever to see Inkblot and Domino.

Posted by: Bunter on November 2, 2007 at 4:12 PM | PERMALINK

Maybe I need to get him his own iPhone

Hey, aren't there enough different species online as it is? Or maybe cats would be good for the internet. I'll have to think about it.

Posted by: bobo the chimp on November 2, 2007 at 4:12 PM | PERMALINK

Er... are we talking the same Yellow Rose story?

The Yellow Rose story I heard was that on the morning of the Battle of San Jancinto, the culminating battle of the Texans' war for independence, the Mexican dictator and general, Santa Anna, was dallying with a mulatto prostitute.

The Texans had their own problems getting started, but when they attacked at about noon, Santa Anna was still dallying with the lady. The Mexicans were routed and Santa Anna captured. The woman was recognized for her part in the victory by being named the Yellow Rose of Texas.

I was in Texas with the US Army. It was a bit of a tradition for the officers' wives to be given a yellow rose and a certificate from the Texas Governor when they were leaving the state to another posting, proclaiming them "a yellow rose of Texas". My fellow officers and I who knew the story from San Jancinto thought this was hilarious, but didn't tell the wives that story.

Posted by: Wapiti on November 2, 2007 at 4:28 PM | PERMALINK

Kevin: "Inkblot, for some reason, has become much more enamored of my desk lately ..."

Cats don't need a reason -- and who knows what our inscrutable feline friends think, anyway? They'd make great poker players, if only they could hold a hand in their paws.

Posted by: Donald from Hawaii on November 2, 2007 at 4:38 PM | PERMALINK

Very sweet pictures of very sweet cats. Makes Friday complete.

Posted by: phoebes on November 2, 2007 at 5:15 PM | PERMALINK

Boy, does that photo on the left look familiar. If it weren't for the fact that it's red wine instead of white...

Yay for Friday catblogging!

Posted by: merciless on November 2, 2007 at 5:29 PM | PERMALINK

I don't 'get' football. So, on a football post, I just don't comment.

But I have sad news for optical weenie. After serious consideration of the matter, I've decided to withdraw my support from the Inkblot for President Coalition. Why? Blue Girl has renamed her cat Buddy to Impeachment. And how can I possibly not say: IMPEACHMENT FOR PRESIDENT? Please don't take it personally. Inkblot and Domino are still wonderful cats and I'm always happy to see them.

Posted by: thersites on November 2, 2007 at 5:42 PM | PERMALINK

For propiety's sake I hope that Marian's beverage is a sharp California cabernet (with a smokey palette).

Posted by: Keith G on November 2, 2007 at 5:43 PM | PERMALINK

as long as it's not a SPEAKERphone.

I used to have one of those on my desk, until Archie discovered that, if you kept climbing off and on it, and dancing on the keys a certain way, the nice lady would come on and talk to you.

All she ever said was, "If you'ld like to make a call, please hang up. If you need help, hang up and dial 911."" - but it amused the cat no end.

In the middle of the night, he would leap off the bed, go into the office, and bang around on the speakerphone until the nice lady came on again -

and his disgruntled owner got out of bed to unplug the phone on the desk.

So - no more speakerphone. Keven, learn from my mistakes!

Posted by: mldostert on November 2, 2007 at 5:46 PM | PERMALINK

Re: theAmericanist--not only the Yellow Rose of Texas; also the theme to Gilligan's Island (both are in ballad meter).

Posted by: MichaelC on November 2, 2007 at 6:03 PM | PERMALINK

Wapiti, you are right. The subject of "The Yellow Rose of Texas" is not a blond but a "high yellow" woman whom Santa Ana had taken as a mistress. She distracted him while Sam Houston snuck up on him at San Jacinto.

"High yellow" refers to a skin color of some people who are of mixed European and African ancestries.

Posted by: anandine on November 2, 2007 at 7:15 PM | PERMALINK

I challenge anyone to get through "Because I would not stop for death" to the tune of "Gilligan's Island" or "Yellow Rose," and not crack up.

Posted by: thersites on November 2, 2007 at 7:16 PM | PERMALINK

Hmm... I did NOT know the Yellow Rose of Texas story, which I shall add to a growing stock of tales.

I made up an award years ago for a paper that, sadly, folded, to be given to the public person who exhibited the most shameless display that year: the Nutmeg.

It is a fine American tradition: my native Connecticut is the Nutmeg State -- curious when you consider it doesn't produce nutmegs, which came originally from the Far East (Nathaniel's Nutmeg, etc., it's how New Amsterdam became New York), or from the West Indies. Turns out the reason is that Yankee peddlers were infamous in upstate New York as a kind of travelling salesmen, and one of things they'd sell were kegs of "nutmegs". The top inch or so would be real nutmegs, then as popular a spice as pepper, but below that they'd just be little bits of whittled wood. Evidently the scam artists best known for this con were from Connecticut.

But -- THAT's not the truly American part. The truly American part is that what in another culture would have been regarded as an insult, was adopted as a badge of honor: "the Nutmeg State".

Same thing for Oklahoma: "the Sooner State" denotes cheating.

Likewise the Notre Dame leprechaun, the symbol of the Fighting Irish: the original version was drawn by Thomas Nast during the Draft Riot days in NYC, and it was flat out simian.

It's a great piece of American resilience: when people insult us, we steal the insult, too.

It goes on today: NWA.

And now I gotta throw in 'the Yellow Rose of Texas'. God love her, where ever she is.

Posted by: theAmericanist on November 2, 2007 at 7:24 PM | PERMALINK

Americanist, don't forget "Yankee Doodle" as an adopted insult.

Back in the day, I had a PCjr, with an infrared keyboard. The only clear space on my desk was between the keyboard and the computer, so they could see each other. Naturally, this is where the cats would land when they wanted attention; invariably right in the middle of a Flight Sim session, leading to some animated maneuvers both on the screen and on the desk!

Posted by: steverino on November 2, 2007 at 9:40 PM | PERMALINK

Catblogging is a wonderful relief from the grim news that seems to emanate from Washington most days.

The pictures today are very special. Not only do we get to smile at Domino and Inkblot, but also see the extraordinary quilt on the wall behind Marian. I trust that it is one of Marian's creations. Such talent!!

Posted by: fortbendlady on November 3, 2007 at 12:09 AM | PERMALINK

Wow, I am a Drum and I didn't even know that bit of trivia! Oddly, one of my best friends was also born at St. Mary's of couple of months after me.

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an appropriate choice, as Drum trivia experts know, because "The Yellow Rose of Texas" was the music playing at St. Mary's Hospital at the moment I was born

Posted by: Steve on November 3, 2007 at 1:32 AM | PERMALINK

fortbendlady: "the extraordinary quilt on the wall behind Marian. I trust that it is one of Marian's creations. Such talent!!

I admired the quilt as well. Stunning! Maybe Kevin Drum, Domino and Inkblot could humor us with the occasional Friday quilt blogging even though it would be neither political nor animal!

Posted by: PTate in MN on November 3, 2007 at 2:02 AM | PERMALINK

My kitty used to rest her chin on my wrist as I typed comments at political animal, while lying on my lap. She had a white face and chest and was very loving. She never killed an Iraqi or anyone; she was an indoor cat. I miss her purr.

Posted by: Brojo on November 3, 2007 at 3:53 AM | PERMALINK

Cats are killers. You should let the next one out among the field mice -- with luck, she will leave one proudly on your pillow.

Posted by: theAmericanist on November 3, 2007 at 10:01 AM | PERMALINK

Teach Inkblot the alphabet and how to use a computer, and one of these days "catblogging" might literally be true.

Posted by: Vincent on November 3, 2007 at 11:13 AM | PERMALINK

I miss her purr.
Posted by: Brojo on November 3, 2007 at 3:53 AM

So sorry, Brojo. Cats leave paw-shaped holes in our hearts when they leave us.

Posted by: Zit on November 5, 2007 at 9:39 AM | PERMALINK




 

 

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