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When desert temperatures climb well into the triple digits, Dr. D recommends staying indoors, cranking up the air conditioner, and inventing your own party games for both people and pets.
Following are the names of some of the summertime activities we enjoy here at the Maricopa Cabana:
Feline Conga Line
Chandler's Got Talent
Scooby Snack Stash House (aka Omar's Coming)
Gilbert Girls Gone Wild
Somnial Pursuit (aka Sassy Tag)
Bobbing for Validation
False Flag Football
Manifest Destiny's Child
Kitty Cat Casting Couch
Rock' Em Sock 'Em Lolcats
Fox in the Hen House
Hide & Critique
Tent City Tryouts
Shadow Assimilation Showdown
Six Degrees of Kenny Dorham
Bi-Polar Express (aka Charlie Sheen Trampoline)
Big Game Hunter
Sagebrush Rebellion (aka Razing Arizona)
Bebop Mall Cops (aka Jazz Judge & Jury)
Redneck Rehab (aka Hillbilly Homeschool)
Confirmation Bias Bingo
Antisocial Media Mogul
Medicine Cabinet Scavenger Hunt
Pin the Blame on the Wealthy
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
~Edgar Allan Poe
What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?
A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering.
~William S. Burroughs
A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.
If you really want to learn about life, get a cat. Because the world is his.
Everything comes to those who wait... except a cat.
I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.
You call to a dog and a dog will break its neck to get to you. Dogs just want to please. Call to a cat and its attitude is, 'What's in it for me?'
"Ninji is always so helpful whenever I'm organizing my music."
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:
just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.
She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once
as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.