<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529</id><updated>2012-02-04T20:21:11.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures With Mr. Man</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-2160630749221149167</id><published>2008-10-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:03:18.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Man Takes Up Yoga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SP-5prvIXGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lx0qSkvSlMs/s1600-h/IMG_3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SP-5prvIXGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lx0qSkvSlMs/s200/IMG_3587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260127015558208610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-2160630749221149167?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/2160630749221149167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=2160630749221149167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/2160630749221149167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/2160630749221149167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/10/mr-mans-takes-up-yoga.html' title='Mr. Man Takes Up Yoga!'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SP-5prvIXGI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lx0qSkvSlMs/s72-c/IMG_3587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-812406960187487466</id><published>2008-09-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:48:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Man is waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SNMRjuaAbGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pjOoIEQf6Dg/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SNMRjuaAbGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pjOoIEQf6Dg/s200/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247557296266964066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SNMRdYlUosI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/12HOyPEYK9c/s1600-h/IMG_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SNMRdYlUosI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/12HOyPEYK9c/s200/IMG_2093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247557187329630914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for his whiskey &amp; cigar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-812406960187487466?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/812406960187487466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=812406960187487466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/812406960187487466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/812406960187487466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/09/mr-man-drinking.html' title='Mr. Man is waiting...'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SNMRjuaAbGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pjOoIEQf6Dg/s72-c/IMG_2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-7172644282883392799</id><published>2008-08-12T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:15:44.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Man poses for photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SKIZmjpstDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7B_OSPi0Ito/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SKIZmjpstDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7B_OSPi0Ito/s200/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233773867153798194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SKIZiZyVtdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AJafHq78CNo/s1600-h/IMG_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SKIZiZyVtdI/AAAAAAAAAUc/AJafHq78CNo/s200/IMG_0516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233773795786208722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I'm back from my vacation as of early this morning &amp; really missed Mr. Man.  I missed my husband too, of course! He wasn't able to come with me to visit my family back in Massachusetts.  Mr. Man seemed somewhat happy to see me. I mean he can only let on so much, you know.  So, he graciously agreed to pose for these photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-7172644282883392799?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/7172644282883392799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=7172644282883392799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/7172644282883392799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/7172644282883392799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-man-poses-for-photos.html' title='Mr. Man poses for photos!'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SKIZmjpstDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7B_OSPi0Ito/s72-c/IMG_0519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-6616306854293913961</id><published>2008-07-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:41.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Mr. Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SJCQAEsQbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/fZreN0SrWT0/s1600-h/IMG_6049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SJCQAEsQbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/fZreN0SrWT0/s200/IMG_6049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228837498310913154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite photo of Mr. Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-6616306854293913961?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/6616306854293913961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=6616306854293913961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6616306854293913961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6616306854293913961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-mr-man.html' title='Just Mr. Man!'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SJCQAEsQbII/AAAAAAAAAUE/fZreN0SrWT0/s72-c/IMG_6049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-3672173239286894530</id><published>2008-07-12T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:41.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Man Gets In Trouble! (So what's new?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SH1uXjOgPxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NXKT-irWRQ0/s1600-h/IMG_9762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SH1uXjOgPxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NXKT-irWRQ0/s200/IMG_9762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223452493691764498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SH1uTyqPXVI/AAAAAAAAARw/11Jm5Cmk48E/s1600-h/IMG_9760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SH1uTyqPXVI/AAAAAAAAARw/11Jm5Cmk48E/s200/IMG_9760.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223452429115153746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken this morning after Mr. Man created some chaos with a couple of neighborhood dogs that live in back of us. I heard this rutkus going on with the dogs, &amp; I just knew Mr. Man was involved.  Sure enough he had managed to jump up on this  stockade fence and the 2 dogs went nuts barking upon seeing him. I called him through the window to get down, but the thing is the way this particular fence is situated he couldn't jump down without somehow getting hurt,(god knows how he even got up there) leaving him no choice but to actually jump into the yard with the dogs.  Luckily the neighbor came outside &amp; escorted Mr. Man out of the yard though the gate.  I yelled for him to come home, which he did, but not without taking a few minutes to pout before he actually came in.  So these are the photos...I think he's still pouting! Don't you feel sorry for him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-3672173239286894530?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/3672173239286894530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=3672173239286894530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/3672173239286894530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/3672173239286894530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/07/mr-man-gets-in-trouble-so-whats-new.html' title='Mr. Man Gets In Trouble! (So what&apos;s new?!)'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SH1uXjOgPxI/AAAAAAAAAR4/NXKT-irWRQ0/s72-c/IMG_9762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-2820768012526435481</id><published>2008-05-16T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:41.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Man outdoors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4p_lVzvRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3B9W1vJzlD8/s1600-h/IMG_8700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4p_lVzvRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3B9W1vJzlD8/s200/IMG_8700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201140791991581970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4p5lVzvQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nCVeb6_zYcg/s1600-h/IMG_8694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4p5lVzvQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/nCVeb6_zYcg/s200/IMG_8694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201140688912366850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Mr. Man has been enjoying the warmer weather and spends little time in the house these days.  We've learned he's an "eat &amp; run" cat.  He hardly acknowledges us anymore except when there is no food in his dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the entire night outside last night which was quite nice, because he had gotten into the habit of wanting to go out about 5AM everyday &amp; we allowed this. So we got a break this morning. Who's in control here?  Anyway, he's still our baby and does come in occasionally to make sure we still love him...and we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these photos today.  He just loves to roll around in his favorite dirt patch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-2820768012526435481?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/2820768012526435481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=2820768012526435481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/2820768012526435481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/2820768012526435481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/05/mr-man-outdoors.html' title='Mr. Man outdoors!'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4p_lVzvRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/3B9W1vJzlD8/s72-c/IMG_8700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-6481749998948241689</id><published>2008-04-26T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:42.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bird! "Yeah, that's right!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4xJlVzvUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UIYiayXnyiQ/s1600-h/IMG_7197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4xJlVzvUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UIYiayXnyiQ/s200/IMG_7197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201148660371668290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I peeked out between the blinds about mid-morning today to see if Mr. Man was around.  Well, he wasn't, but he had left evidence that he had been.  A dead bird sat on the front porch.  Yeah, that's nice, was all I could say.   Doug wondered what I was mumbling about so he proceeded outside and took care of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I forgot to report another bird Mr. Man had gotten, so this makes 3 so far that he has left for presents.  I watched him outside a good part of the day and of course he was on the hunt for birds.  They are all around and it's pretty obvious he loves it.  His lips quiver, and he makes these weird noises whenever there is a bird in sight.  He is a very strange cat!  I wonder when he's going to get a mouse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-6481749998948241689?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/6481749998948241689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=6481749998948241689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6481749998948241689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6481749998948241689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-bird.html' title='Another Bird! &quot;Yeah, that&apos;s right!&quot;'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4xJlVzvUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UIYiayXnyiQ/s72-c/IMG_7197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-1085742742929520847</id><published>2008-04-18T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:42.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!  "But I'm innocent!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4usVVzvTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a34pSATgM1Q/s1600-h/IMG_6485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4usVVzvTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a34pSATgM1Q/s200/IMG_6485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201145958837239090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Doug received a gift this morning that really stunk! As he went to take his usual morning shower he pulled opened the curtain some, and began to step in and there was a surprise waiting just for him. Mr. Man had pooped in the tub. What brought this on we're not sure. His litter box was not dirty. He did wake us up this morning about 4:30 wanting to go out. And being 4:30 AM, neither Doug nor I were jumping for joy to get up and let him out. So apparently this was our punishment for taking our time. Or I should say Doug's punishment since he is the first in the shower. Oh, and I should tell you that it was Doug that got up and let him out. I have such a wonderful husband!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-1085742742929520847?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/1085742742929520847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=1085742742929520847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/1085742742929520847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/1085742742929520847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!  &quot;But I&apos;m innocent!&quot;'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4usVVzvTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/a34pSATgM1Q/s72-c/IMG_6485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-5500709739742056325</id><published>2008-04-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:42.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Leave my bird alone!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4rclVzvSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yE612jy4Q4U/s1600-h/IMG_6837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4rclVzvSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yE612jy4Q4U/s200/IMG_6837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201142389719416098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; should have posted this a couple of weeks ago, but... anyway, Mr. Man caught his first bird. At least we assume it's his first. Doug was leaving for work that morning and as he stepped out the front door, lo &amp;amp; behold feathers were everywhere on the porch. Before Doug even looked around for the bird, here comes Mr. Man, and he of course went right over to it and sat beside it all proud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doug let Mr. Man in the house, and quickly placed the bird in the back of the house in the garden area. He was in a hurry so he couldn't bury it. When Doug came home for lunch, there it was again, on the porch with Mr. Man still watching over it. Doug had a feeling it might be the same bird, and not a different one, so he went to check to see if it was still in the garden area. Gone! So it was the same bird, and Mr. Man was not about to let us forget it. Of course, I just cringe at the thought of it all. Sometimes nature can be so unkind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-5500709739742056325?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/5500709739742056325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=5500709739742056325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/5500709739742056325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/5500709739742056325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/04/bird.html' title='&quot;Leave my bird alone!&quot;'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SC4rclVzvSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/yE612jy4Q4U/s72-c/IMG_6837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-6178078665468832224</id><published>2008-03-11T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:42.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thread issues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDR7dlVzvaI/AAAAAAAAANo/VbVA-93gvJE/s1600-h/IMG_5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDR7dlVzvaI/AAAAAAAAANo/VbVA-93gvJE/s200/IMG_5608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202919217689771426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being a beader (check out my jewelry blog) I, of course work with thread. I swear Mr. Man just knows when I am beading. It's like he has this radar that's saying "thread alert dining room table". He knows this is a big no no. But being a cat (although Doug &amp;amp; I think he's part dog, but I'll save that for another time)he just has to do what cats do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing he will get in trouble he will sit about 6" from the thread that's dangling down and just watch, with an occasional swatting of it. And I know he's trying to be as good as he can, but he still needs to get reprimanded. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then he thinks he's going to trick me. He will get on one of the other chairs under the table and pretend like he's sleeping, with one eye open of course, watching the thread go up and down. But when I feel a little paw on my leg, then I know what's coming next, and he quickly gets escorted out the door. This little ritual goes on everyday, and I think he's gotten so used to it that he knows now to go right to the door before I've even finished getting up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as I'm writing this I'm looking out the window and I can see Mr. Man trying to jump up a small tree to get the birds, with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; success. Good! And yes, he really does sit like that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cat fact:&lt;br /&gt;If your cat is near you, and her tail is quivering, this is the greatest expression of love your cat can give you. If her tail starts thrashing, her mood has changed. Time to distance yourself from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-6178078665468832224?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/6178078665468832224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=6178078665468832224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6178078665468832224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6178078665468832224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/03/thread-issues.html' title='Thread issues!'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDR7dlVzvaI/AAAAAAAAANo/VbVA-93gvJE/s72-c/IMG_5608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-8308779478730657489</id><published>2008-03-07T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:43.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDR8X1VzvbI/AAAAAAAAANw/e4usatKjydY/s1600-h/IMG_7206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDR8X1VzvbI/AAAAAAAAANw/e4usatKjydY/s200/IMG_7206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202920218417151410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I was sitting at the computer this morning, and there are windows all around me. All of a sudden I see this blur, and this huge black dog was chasing Mr. Man. (wouldn't be the first time!)I had never seen this particular dog before, so I ran outside, still in my jammies mind you, and called for Mr. Man, but he was nowhere in sight. I even looked under the car, which is one of his hiding places if he's getting chased. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would be a couple of hours before he would show up again. By this time, the dog across the street saw him and was trying to get loose from his rope, which he often does. But Mr. Man is back in, safe and sound, sitting on the window sill making weird noises at the birds while his tail smacks the window. One of these days I just know he's going to break that window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat trivia: Cats knead with their paws when they're happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-8308779478730657489?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/8308779478730657489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=8308779478730657489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/8308779478730657489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/8308779478730657489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/03/chase.html' title='The Chase'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDR8X1VzvbI/AAAAAAAAANw/e4usatKjydY/s72-c/IMG_7206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696189649963522529.post-6439701843308943231</id><published>2008-03-05T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:58:43.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Came To Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDN1F1VzvZI/AAAAAAAAANc/y1p01wCPLZw/s1600-h/IMG_5099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDN1F1VzvZI/AAAAAAAAANc/y1p01wCPLZw/s200/IMG_5099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202630737621400978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I believe, actually all the time, that just like people, animals comes into our lives because they are just supposed to. Sometimes we find them, and other times they find us. Well, Mr. Man found us. He kept coming to our front porch, and being the cat lovers my husband Doug and I are, we would go outside to play with him. He was very loving and not at all afraid. When it came time to say goodbye he would try to come in the house with us. Eventually we gave in, letting him come in for short amounts of time. We assumed he had an owner, seeing he was wearing a collar, but he always seemed hungry, (he was a little on the thin side) &amp;amp; also wanted our affection, which we were all too eager to give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After about a month of this we finally started to feed him. He ate like he was starving, and we no longer had to shoo him off the kitchen counter. He was very content with us and started to stay longer ,and would sleep on the couch sometimes for hours. At this point  Doug and I would have been heartbroken if he did have an owner, but he was now spending all his time with us. Finally, we let him spend the night. That was back in November of last year, and he has been with us ever since. We just assumed that he may have been abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, now that he has weaseled his way into our home and in our hearts, he has turned out to be quite the finicky and demanding one and like a child will do bad things just to get attention, as if he doesn’t get enough already. We wonder what happened to that lovable &amp;amp; affectionate little one we once knew. I believe he wormed his way in under false pretenses and I think he knew what he was doing all along. He has become quite the character. Isn’t that a cat for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took him to the Vet in January to be neutered and we were told he was about a year old. So we hope to have many happy years ahead of us with Mr. Man. We sure do love him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you have seen the movie Misery, you’ll know from where we got his name. This photo was taken Oct. 13, 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696189649963522529-6439701843308943231?l=adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/feeds/6439701843308943231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696189649963522529&amp;postID=6439701843308943231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6439701843308943231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696189649963522529/posts/default/6439701843308943231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswithmrman.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-he-came-to-us.html' title='How He Came To Us'/><author><name>Patti Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491614038248361276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGtakYAJToc/R548FYxdIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nmLMcpP95gE/S220/IMG_0650.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGtakYAJToc/SDN1F1VzvZI/AAAAAAAAANc/y1p01wCPLZw/s72-c/IMG_5099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
