A Whale Of A Tale Of The Tail Of Dickie Dragon

Our niece Lindy says Dudo looks like Kate Moss. He’s nice to look at, loves to pose, and his “head shots” always look like he’s sucking in his cheeks giving him that undernourished supermodel look (not that ALL supermodels have that undernourished look, but it IS one of the looks). Also, he seems to always know exactly how to tilt his head for best effect.

(Click any image for a tall tale… tail.)

MOOSE (LEFT) AND DUDO THE SUPERMODEL.

I’m fascinated by cats’ tails (and tales of cats, in case you hadn’t noticed). Our cat Dobie, in California, was long-haired with a huge (gigantic) fluffy tail. It had no tensile strength and just softly billowed in his wake. His brother Maynard (who was excruciatingly neurotic and of course we loved him), had identical markings but medium hair. His tail was almost prehensile.

When San Geraldo and I had our bed & breakfast hotel in Palm Springs, Maynard would walk out onto the patio, pass under one of the aluminum chairs, hook his tail to the underside as he went, and drag the chair along the patio behind him. Every single day for two years.

And every single day (for two years), the moving chair would scare the crap out of Maynard and he’d run back inside.

DOBIE (AGE 13) AND HIS TAIL (ALSO AGE 13).

Dudo’s tail snaps, and curls, and waves. And when he lies idle, his tail seems to always be perfectly positioned to complement his pose. Sometimes, he even holds it in place.

Musy’s tail is soft and gentle and often gets in his way. So this is the tail of Dudo.

SORRY. EVEN DUDO HAS HAD ENOUGH.

This song hasn’t stopped playing in my head since I began thinking about tail… oops, I mean tails. The Kid Brother had the record a very, very long time ago. And I, of course, would listen to it with him. He would never sing along, but I was expected to. I still know it by heart. It’s a whale of a tale…

And the long and the short of it is true…

I Can See All Obstacles In My Way

I’ve been frustrated in recent weeks with the quality of my photos, from both my Canon compact digital camera and my Sony phone. I had been blaming poor light conditions — too much, too little — but have continued to try. I’ve been improving the results in Photoshop, sharpening focus, reducing what looked like shake, and improving colour. But I prefer to have better quality to start with.

In addition, I’ve begun to collect photos of Dudo and how he creatively positions his tail. He was lying on the bed in the den this morning in the heavenly glow coming through the vertical blinds. I snapped a couple of shots. But the heavenly glow made the photo really unclear.

But I thought, “That shouldn’t produce such a bad photo.” And then it hit me. All my photos had a very “misty” quality. “When was the last time I had cleaned the lens?” I wondered. The answer: Long before the most recent tempesta and vientos ciclónicos (click here).

The camera lenses on both my Canon and my phone had gotten covered in salty sea spray. As Homer Simpson would say, “D’oh!”

And speaking of “d’oh,” the other night, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I walked into the sharp branches of a low-hanging tree. I got a hard knock on the head and some scratches. I even took a selfie when I got home. The quality of the image seemed blurred to me. Maybe it was the knock on the head.

I’m sometimes slow, but I do eventually get there…

Check out Dudo before and after… (Click to enlarge.)

BEFORE…
AND AFTER.

I can see clearly now…

Kid Brother CatSkype

Ah, our brilliant cats. When Dudo and Moose see me setting up my laptop computer for Skype, they know I’ll be talking with Uncle Chuck (The Kid Brother). And they know that now when I talk with Uncle Chuck, they get their treats. I place the laptop on the kitchen floor so The Kid Brother can visit with the boys while they eat. He loves it.

(CLICK ANY IMAGE TO FEEL THE LOVE.)

At first the cats were a bit nervous about someone inside that box talking directly to them. Now, they know the presence of Uncle Chuck means good things are coming their way. Moose peeks at the screen before turning his back to eat. Dudo checks in regularly and then, when he’s finished, steps in for a closer look.

MOOSE (FOREGROUND) EATS AND RUNS.
BEFORE LICKING UP THE FINAL BITS, DUDO STEPS OVER TO SAY “GRACIAS.”

Uncle Chuck doesn’t let me move the laptop until the cats are done and gone. Then he’s willing to talk to me again… But mostly about the cats.