This is Tiger and after much consideration and with some resignation, I have decided the new kit known as Benji shall be allowed to stay and share with me in my domain. Not equally of course but in part and only after maturity has been reached. Never let it be said I was unreasonable.
He still has much to learn (everything in fact) and if and when he settles down I shall be happy to teach him. In the meantime Sue promises to sequester him when I need to be left alone. She knows when that is. I shall try to be understanding but I have my dignity. I refuse to defend myself against that boy’s mischief.
And if we don’t exactly become friends perhaps we can still become brothers. Brothers may pester and brothers may fight but brothers will also understand and forgive. Maybe that is better after all.
From Tiger and Benji, almost but not quite, brothers.
A beautiful day for a walk along the Snohomish River….
I know you can google it but why don’t you guess? Of the 59 US National Parks, which one is the most popular based on number of annual visitors?
My guess was Yellowstone National Park. Established in 1872 and considered to be the world’s first national park, Yellowstone continues to impress visitors with bubbling mud pots, shooting geysers, and rainbow colored hot springs. Located in the northwest corner of Wyoming (with small portions in Idaho and Montana), it is a mountainous region where pristine rivers run with trout, and grizzly bear, bison, and moose roam among ponderosa pine and in expansive valleys. I’ve been there many times. Wish I was there now, in fact! But it’s not the most popular as measured by annual number of visitors.
My second guess was the Grand Canyon, knowing that people travel from around the world to see one of nature’s greatest vistas. I went there once (too long ago to have a good picture to share) and it was grand indeed, though it doesn’t make my own favorites list. It’s too, I don’t know, grand. Inaccessible. But it comes in at #2 on the list of most visited National Parks for 2015.
How about Yosemite with its world famous valley and enormous chunks of solid granite, El Capitan and Half Dome. Can you top that?
Well apparently you can, because Yosemite shows up as #4 on the list according to numbers published by the National Park Service.
How about Olympic National Park one of my own local favorites?
Or Glacier in Montana?
No and No. Okay then. Which National Park comes in at #1?
Unless you googled it I suspect you didn’t guess correctly (though I am a westerner and may be biased.)
The winner for most visited National Park in the USA is:
Great Smoky Mountains National Park with 10.7 million annual visitors!!
Surprised? I was.
I mean, aren’t the most gorgeous, jaw dropping sights in the US found in the west? Well, yes, I believe so. (See western bias mentioned above.)
Great Smoky Mountains straddles the border of Tennessee and North Carolina. The gentle, ancient mountains are covered with hardwood forests and filled with diverse plants and wildlife. Fog hangs over the region like a blue, hazy smoke giving the mountains their name, and the historic, rustic, cabins of settlers remain. It is a beautiful area and I liked it a lot. But #1? Grand Canyon which is #2 on the list isn’t even close, coming in at 5.5 million visitors. How can the number of visitors be almost double that of any others on the list? Inquiring minds want to know.
Here’s my theory. There are very few national parks on the eastern side of the country and Great Smoky Mountains NP is in close proximity to large population centers. It is therefore the “go to” park for millions. Yellowstone, on the other hand, is way out there, up in Wyoming which happens to be the least populous state in the union, and not on the way to anywhere. You have to really want to get there.
For the record here’s the official list of the 10 Most Visited National Parks for 2015 according to the National Park Service
And here’s the list of my own current favorites:
Finally, one more thing. If you include the 400 plus sites administered by the US National Park Service (parks, monuments, historic sites, parkways, etc.) guess what tops the most visited list? No need to google, I will give you the information right here, right now. At over 15 million visitors a year, it’s the 469 mile Blue Ridge Parkway which runs from North Carolina to Virginia and is right next to …. you guessed it, Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
As with the Smoky Mountains, it’s amazing to me that this is the most visited site in the National Park system. But I’m sticking to my earlier theory. This gorgeous parkway is in close proximity to major population centers of the east, accessible to millions and “on the way” to other places. We took the parkway once and I really did love it. If I made an expanded list that included all sites, it would definitely be near the top!
Of course this isn’t a competition and it doesn’t matter if your favorite parks ever show up on the Most Visited list. I expect my personal list will continue to change and grow as I visit new parks and revisit the old, as old memories fade and new ones are created. But I hope I have inspired you to go and see some of these national treasures. Visit as many as you can. Soon you’ll be making your own top 10 list and memories for a lifetime.
From the Tiger ~
I don’t mean to complain but I gotta tell you the new boy is getting on my nerves. I’m talkin’ about the one they call Benji (aka, Squeaker and Stinker, Sue’s words, not mine.)
She must have known I was lonely ever since Shadow went away (may he rest in peace.) Yes, I do miss my brother. He was the greatest friend and confidant a cat could ever have. Always looking out for me. Always there for me to lean on.
And who can forget all the fun we had together exploring the great outdoors?
So a companion would be nice. But can this new kit on the block really take the place of Shadow?
The problem is, he never stops moving! Pestering! Stalking! Can’t he see I’m twice as big as he is? Only my hissing keeps him at bay and I don’t want to hiss everyday the rest of my life! It’s against my better nature. I’m gonna have to bop him one real soon because despite all my warnings he cannot seem to stay away from me. He’s always lurking somewhere ready to spring.
And get this. I found him sleeping on the big bed which is definitely against the rules! I’m gonna have to teach him a few things and the sooner the better!
From the Benji ~
I think he likes me.
While strolling in my garden this fine day I came across an unexpected visitor..
It wasn’t this squirrel storing up supplies for the coming winter…
And it wasn’t this pair of kinglets who stopped by for a drink and bath.
It wasn’t Tiger who drank the flavored water after they left..
Nor this spider who made a home in the rosemary..
The turtle stands daily, stone cold on the stream’s edge, so it was not him.
No. It was in the woodpile.
Where I found the visitor hiding.
How he got there I will never know. But I shall let him stay.
LOL. No, don’t use it. I envy people who do. So convenient and concise. But it’s not for me. I tried it once and felt like an imposter. Haha, no problem. Heehee, occasionally. LOL? Lol? Never. There must be some deep seated emotional reason I can’t use it but I haven’t figured out yet what it is.
Bucket List. Nope. There are many things I want to do, plan to do, places I would like to go and plan to go. Good enough. I just can’t put it into the context of “before I kick the bucket.” Why spoil the dreams and all the fun of planning with that?
To die for. As in, “this cake is to die for!” Sigh. It may be really good cake. The best I have had in a long long time. But “to die for?” Um, no. I don’t think so. But again, I envy those who can say it with such passion. You do it well and it makes me want to try that cake! But I tried it once and it didn’t work out (the phrase not the cake.) That imposter thing again. So I would say it if I could but I can’t so I won’t.
Adamant. It’s a great word, actually. I said it once, a long time ago, just like this, “a DAM ant” where I thought it worked really well for emphasis. And my friend said, do you mean “ad-a-mant?” (spoken correctly rolling off the tongue, all in a hurry. ) Yes, I guess I did. But that was the last time for me. I don’t say adamant anymore. Too risky. Whatever. (Btw, I like “whatever.” “Whatever” works for me. So does “btw,” by the way.)
Dis. As in “disrespect” I guess, I was never quite sure. Seemed like everyone dissed someone else there for a while. Do they still do that? I can’t use words that seem to come out of nowhere and then disappear.
Toulees or tulies. As in “out in the.” Now I’m going way back. I was in grade school I think and had written a story about a girl who lived out in the “two leaves.” The spelling made perfect sense to me as that is how I pictured the word. But my sisters read the story and laughed out loud. (They actually DID laugh out loud, though there was no LOL in those days.) So I’m not taking a chance on that one again. Then again, no one says “out in the tulies” anymore, do they?
It’s hard to keep up. Do you have words like that?
Tiger here. Solidarity, that’s what I’m talkin’ about little brother. These sniffles are for you (maybe even from you.) I bear them for your sake like the soldier that I am. I know what it’s like to be the new cat on the block. I came up from the streets just like you did (so to speak; let’s just say I know the inside of a jail.)
So Benji, I know you’re here. I hear your squeaks from the room below. I hear you flying through the house when you think I’m not around. (Careful boy, you still have lots to learn.) And I saw your paw stickin’ out today from under your cell. Ah, the quest for freedom! Don’t worry, it’s coming little brother. I can feel it in my whiskers.
But before we become a fully integrated household I need to let you know a few things.
First of all, Sue has confirmed to me that I shall remain the number 1 feline in this house. Yes, I’m Number 1 and that means you must needs be Number 2. Sorry, but you’ll get used to it. I did. My big brother Shadow (may he rest in peace) used to hold that most privileged status. (Don’t deny it Sue; you know it’s true.) I miss him, but now the title comes to me and I will set the standards for cat behavior in this home. See below.
Number 1 Entitlements
Full submission from #2 in all things, all matters and all disputes.
Exclusive rights to sleep on the big bed upstairs.
Exclusive rights to Sue’s office (includes blogging rights with picture.)
Exclusive rights to the bigger critters in back. (You’ll learn what that means later. Trust me on this.)
Full visiting privileges to your room with grandma.
In and out privileges at will.
Number 2 Responsibilities
Submission to #1 in all things, all matters and all disputes.
I think that should cover it.
Signing out for now till we meet in the flesh ~ the Tiger
Glimpses through windows and sniffs under doors. The suspense builds as the promised meeting of the two kitties remains on hold. Our new Benji is living in quarantine while recovering from an upper respiratory infection. The highly contagious virus (to cats not humans) was not evident when we brought him home from the Humane Society but hit with a vengeance a couple of days later. A visit to our vet and we are half way through the antibiotics. The sneezing has decreased and I am thankful. I am keeping a close eye on Tiger for the least sign of infection.
I visit Benji downstairs a few times a day to bring him his favorite canned food, dispense medicine, clean his box and air out the room. (A real Florence Nightingale I am.) He’s always happy to see me, sparkly eyed and chipper.
During today’s visiting hours I plant myself in the comfy recliner to provide a lap for him and to watch the ballgame. I also bring my journal along to while away the time in case the inspiration to write strikes. Benji is usually content to sit quietly on my lap while I pet him. But today he is so distracted with the object in my hand that any writing is futile. It’s play time and he loves my bobbing pencil more than the lifeless toys on the floor. I put the journal away, bring out some yarn and Benji springs into action!
So it turns out he’s a kitten. A playful, active, if-anything-moves-I’m-on-it kitten. This becomes more apparent as he gets better each day and his energy level increases, surpassing any others in the house, feline or human.
When my visiting hour is up I sneak out of the room, wash up and head upstairs. By this time Tiger is peering through the sliding glass door outside wanting in. I oblige as I am wont to do. It’s my job to let him in and out at the time and place of his choosing. (Yes, they have my number.) After a quick snack of kibble he follows me up to my office. It’s our favorite place, quiet and peaceful. We visit awhile before he stretches out and I hear him snoring.
Maybe he’s dreaming of his new little brother? He saw him again yesterday through the large window in Benji’s room. I was visiting when we looked into the backyard and saw Tiger approach. He looked first at the little intruder and then at me with a look that said, ‘what are you doing in there?’ Hmm.. I can explain.
Everything I had read indicated that a slow introduction was important for cats. Well that is what we have ended up with, like it or not. I’m still hopeful that an enduring brotherhood and friendship will develop between these two kitties after the quarantine is over in a week or two. Time will tell.
A race between red and green with green clearly in the lead….
now neck and neck….
red with a slight lead…..
and the winner is……..
Sue here. Time for the Tiger and Benji update and it’s all slow. That’s okay. We’re in it for the duration. Our new Benji has been on the premises for a week now and he’s the sweetest, softest, tiniest kitty boy imaginable. But the little fellow has been sneezing almost since we got him. And so we visited the vet today and confirmed he has the dreaded “URI”, or upper respiratory infection. Poor sweet boy. We have been given an antibiotic in liquid form and fortunately it is easy to administer. Tasty too, from what they say. Here he is, wide-eyed and ready to roll, sick or not!
This will bring to a halt the planned meeting with the resident big boy tabby, Tiger. They’ve seen each other up close once or twice but we’ll have to keep Benji more secluded now that we have had the URI diagnosis confirmed. Thankfully our home makes keeping the boys separate fairly easy. And Tiger loves spending most of his day outside, just coming in for a snack, and to visit.
Here he is at my feet this morning in his best doggie pose. Still a big sweet boy himself.
Kind of a rough start for little Benji, but I’m glad we are able to nurse him along. Still expecting that he and the handsome Tiger will become good buddies. Just not as soon as I’d hoped. Life is like that sometimes.
Allow me to introduce myself to you. This is little Ben and I am new around here. What a long week I have had in my short life! Where shall I begin?
First of all I got captured. Captured! (“Rescued,” if you prefer.) I was taken suddenly from the messy house where I was born (a real cat zoo!) to a place I call the hospital, where I was poked and prodded and fussed over. Once I was feeling better they moved me to the library with other cats where people came to visit throughout the day. I was the smallest one in the room so I took to hiding. I was just getting comfortable when my new people came (Bob and Sue and Grandma) and took me to their house. Rescued again I guess! It’s much quieter here in my new home than at the zoo or the hospital or even the library and so far I like it. I haven’t seen my brothers or sisters yet or any other cats for that matter, but I think I smell them. On the perch. And on the shaggy carpet. Sometimes I even think I hear them in the night. Is it a dream? Or a longing? I don’t know. For now I am just enjoying the peace and quiet and sitting on grandma’s lap. As much as I like. All day long.
Today was a new day and they opened the door for me. I’d been hoping (not demanding) they would. I got to explore and visit upstairs. Nice! Now I know for sure there’s another cat here! I smell him everywhere. I saw his food bowl. (Sampled it actually. Pretty good.) It must have been him I heard in the night! I am small and different and I can hardly wait to meet him. I hope he likes me.
~ Little Ben
Tiger here. Something’s going on that’s for sure. Everyone’s acting strangely. I can’t quite put my paw on it yet. Sue’s being extra nice to me. Bob too. Attending to my every cry. Sensitive to my every move. And I’m dreaming more. Something squeaky and tiny. Coming from the basement? I don’t know. I used to have roaming privileges throughout the house but lately grandma keeps her door closed. To keep me out? Highly unusual. Not that it matters much. I prefer my kingdom outdoors any day. Every morning I go outside and play in the sunshine. Drink from the stream. Watch (okay, chase) the small ones in the bush. But the days are growing shorter and cooler and soon I will come in earlier at night. Then what? Will grandma’s door still be closed? I hope the mystery is solved by then. I hope it is something good. I will keep you posted.
~ from the Tiger
Day 1 Sue here. As I sit in my office on the third floor of our home Tiger is relaxing on the floor nearby. After a final deep cleaning behind the ears (who can sleep with dirty ears?) he’s ready to call it a day and is drifting off into kittyland.
Little does he know that two levels below, there is a little Tiger cub hiding under grandma’s bed. We visited Seattle Humane Society today and brought home a new kitty as a companion for Tiger. His name is Ben. Or Benji. We’ll see what sticks. He’s a 10 month old tabby. A mini Tiger with golden almond eyes and a scruffy ear. Brown and gray like his new big brother. They told us he came from the home of a hoarder, a place with 40 cats!. We picked him out when we saw him snuggle in the bosom of another sleeping cat. Ah, that’s the one, we said.
Tiger lived with his big brother Shadow for 7 years. But Shadow wasn’t the healthiest kitty and he is no longer with us. We miss the sweet fluffy boy, but are happy for the years they had together. Now it seemed time for a little brother to be added to the family. Tiger can show him the ropes of the cat kingdom. How to hide in the bush. Chase moths. Hunt moles. And drink from the flowing stream in the backyard. But not yet.
We’ll let Ben decide when to come out of hiding. He has everything he needs in his room below. When he is comfortable with us in his new home, we will begin the introduction process, slowly, swapping the cat’s scents and toys. Supervising visits. We want their first meeting to be all good. Tiger has given no indication he knows anything of the intruder. So we have the time we need.
Day 2 We’ll that was quick. The little rascal is out and ready to explore his new world! Fearless! So here’s Ben!