Mountain Musings


Our House


We finally got past the Twelve Days of Christmas and now it’s time to explore some of the odd occurrences of living on the mountain. For example, why do the call Highway 173 heading down to Lake Arrowhead Village “Two Mile Road” when, in fact, it is only one-and-a-half miles long?


OK, you may recall that I mentioned that Rhea and I were gifted with three orange and white kittens, just before Christmas. Their names are Albert (named after a cat we had back in the 70s); Freckles, who has orange spots on the top of his head (named for a springer spaniel we also owned back in early 90s); and Ginger, who is all orange, with some white.


These six-month-old kitties race around the house, up and down the stairs, and love playing Mortal Combat with one another, which is quite normal for cats, whether they’re kitty cats, lions, tigers or most any other type of feline. They are quite mischievous. For instance, they were climbing around inside our Christmas tree, until we took it down the other day. They also knock things over and walk all over my keyboard as I am ttttttyppppnnng. Oh, drat, see whhhhat I mmmeannn.


“I’ll light the fire you place the flowers in the vase that you bought me today. Starting at the fire, for hours and hours, while I listen to you play your love songs all night long for me, only me and rest your head for just five minutes. Everything is done, such a cozy room (such a cozy room). Our house is a very, very fine house with three cats in the yard.” (“Our House” – Crosby, Stills and Nash – 1970)


Well, guess who just showed up, here at the stately Motley Manor? Neil Young!


“Hi, Neil, what’s up?” “Oh, that thing about three cats in the yard” (Actually, we don’t allow them in the yard yet because they’re only kittens.) “I’m sorry, Neil, let’s just call it a case of poetic license.” And, besides, I told him, “We don’t need no Neil Young around” (Lynyrd Skynyrd reference). Slamm! “Holy cow, slam the door why don’t you!”


Anyway, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner, so I’m stocking up on candy and Valentine’s Day cards for those I love, namely the Missus, and, of course, the kitties, too. I wonder whether they can read? Guess I’ll have to read the cards to them, since they haven’t started kitty kat kindergarten.


Speaking of Valentine’s Day, I plan to get the Missus a heart-shaped box of See’s dark chocolate candy. Never mind she’s allergic to chocolate… I get to eat all of it. Sure, it’s selfish, but then she was also unappreciative of the chain saw I got her for Mother’s Day, but it came handy when all the trees were falling down during last week’s storms.


“Our house is a very, very fine house, with three cats in the yard – Opps, I did it again!


Keep it flyin’ Uncle Mott