National Wildlife Day- A Tribute

A Tribute to the Creatures That make our wold a better place

Today is National Wildlife Day — a reminder of how much beauty and wonder lives alongside us. From deer in the Vermont fields of my childhood to the grizzlies, elk, manatees, and wild horses I’ve met on my travels, wildlife has shaped so many of my favorite memories. Here’s to protecting the creatures who make this world feel a little more magical.

A small herd of seven deer grazing in a lush green meadow, surrounded by tall grass and shrubs, with a young tree on the right. Several deer have velvet-covered antlers, and the scene feels calm and natural.

A large herd of elk moving across a grassy Wyoming field, with several bulls displaying antlers and a backdrop of tall, leafless trees. The scene captures the elk in their natural habitat during a late‑season gathering.

  
Grizzly 399 walking with two cubs across a rocky, grassy hillside in Wyoming, surrounded by early‑autumn trees with green and yellow foliage. The bears are moving away from the camera, showing the mother leading her cubs through their natural habitat.

A whale’s tail fluke rising from the calm blue water of Cape Cod Bay as it dives, with streams of water cascading off the edges and a distant sailboat on the horizon.

  
A seal lifting its head above the blue‑green water in Cape Cod Bay, mouth open in a wide yawn or call, with ripples reflecting around its partially submerged body.

A barn owl with a heart‑shaped white facial disc and dark eyes, shown in a close‑up view with soft tan and gray feathers, standing in an indoor educational setting.

European Barn Owl = photo credit Deb Neumann

An Atlantic puffin holding several small fish crosswise in its brightly colored beak, standing near the ocean with rippling blue water behind it. The close‑up view highlights the puffin’s vivid orange bill and striking black‑and‑white plumage.

Whether they walk, run, swim, or fly, our wild creatures enrich our world in ways we’re still learning to appreciate — from the deer of my childhood to the whales and puffins of my travels, each one a reminder that the wild makes life richer, brighter, and endlessly magical.

The Cardboard Box Wars Have Resumed

Large Amazon cardboard box on my dining room table, the infamous THE BOX that sparked the cat wars.

🐱 The Cardboard Box Wars: Summer Truce Broken

Banner and Balboa sitting shoulder‑to‑shoulder at the sliding door, peacefully watching the summer yard together.Ah, the living room truce. It was too good to last. The cardboard box war wasn’t over — it was merely suspended, much like certain conflicts in the Middle East. A ceasefire, not a peace treaty.

All summer long, the boys were peaceful. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the window, watching squirrels, crows, and humans riding lawn mowers. Once they got over the noise, it became their morning entertainment. A live-action nature documentary.

But summer is ending, and the cats are getting restless. The squirrels are still out there, perpetually hungry and hiding nuts, but apparently that no longer holds their attention. And I — their long-suffering hooman — accidentally reignited hostilities.

📦 The Great Box BreakdownStack of empty cardboard boxes on the living room floor, ready for the Great Box Breakdown.

It started innocently. I noticed the recycle bins were empty — a rare cosmic event. I can never figure out when they get emptied, so there’s never room for anything. My cardboard box supply had become a mountain.

So out came the X-Acto knife. Banner and Balboa watched closely. I swear I saw a tear in Balboa’s eye.

I kept one box to hold the flattened cardboard. The plan was simple: take all but one box to the trash. They’ve been sharing a box in the living room all summer, peacefully coexisting like two diplomats who finally learned to take turns.

🚀 The Orange Missile Strikes

Banner sitting proudly inside THE BOX on the dining room table, claiming it for the first time all summer.I was down to THE BOX — the large box that was the focal point of the spring wars. I reached for it with high hopes of reclaiming my dining room table.

Then it happened.

A furry orange streak launched itself like a ballistic cruise missile. Banner was on the table and inside THE BOX (for the first time all summer) before my hand even got halfway there.

Tail up. Paper crinkling. Banner settling in.

The box had been reclaimed at the last possible moment.

🔄 The Power ShiftBalboa sitting deep inside THE BOX, surrounded by crinkled packing paper, claiming it after the power shift.

Like any good peace negotiator, I let the moment settle. I figured Banner would lose interest, and I could attempt a stealth removal later.

But when I returned from taking the other boxes outside, the situation had changed.

Banner was now in the living room box. Balboa was in THE BOX.

A full personnel swap.

🏳️ The War Resumes

Believe me, I know when I’ve been beaten. The Box Wars have resumed. Someday I may regain the use of my table… but today is not that day.

Banner and Balboa battling over the cardboard box, one inside and one reaching in — the Box Wars fully resumed.

 

WMEO Breaking News from the Nature Desk- Baby Raccoon Rescued

2 cats acting as anchors for the WMEO news room, one orange and one black

🐾 WMEO 9 – BREAKING NEWS ALERT

Baby Raccoon Rescued on Cape Cod

From the Nature Desk — We Meow, You Listen

Banner (opening): Good evening, viewers. Banner here at the WMEO Nature Desk with another summer headline from Cape Cod — and this time, it’s all about one very determined baby raccoon who found himself in a storm drain and in need of a hero squad.

 When animal lovers reported the trapped raccoon, Team Raccoon assembled fast — Fire & Rescue, Police, and Public Works all converged on the scene. It was a full‑scale operation for one tiny trash panda.

Balboa: And when even this elite squad couldn’t free the little guy, they didn’t give up. Nope. They removed the entire storm drain and transported it — raccoon and all — straight to the medical staff at the Cape Wildlife Center. That’s what I call VIP service.

Rescue workers wearing gloves carefully work to free a baby raccoon whose head is stuck through a metal storm drain grate, with tools, a traffic cone, and a vehicle visible in the background.

Image: Cape Cod Wildlife Center

 Large yellow plastic container of Wellsley Farms canola oil with a green-and-white label showing product details such as “100% Pure,” “Cholesterol Free,” and “5 Quarts.”Banner: At the Wildlife Center, veterinarians used modern rescue techniques to safely free him. After sedating the baby raccoon, they applied canola oil and wrapped him in garbage bags to gently ease him out of the grate.

Balboa: Canola oil and garbage bags? Banner, that sounds like the start of a delicious recipe. Proper preparation is everything.

📢 Public Service Reminder

Banner: Before we continue, a quick safety note from the Nature Desk —this rescue was  performed by trained professionals. If you ever encounter a trapped or injured wild animal, do not attempt to free it yourself. Call local authorities or a wildlife rescue organization. It keeps you safe, and it keeps the animal safe.

Balboa: Exactly. Leave the storm‑drain extractions — and the questionable cooking techniques — to the experts.

Banner: Despite Balboa’s culinary commentary, we’re happy to report that the baby raccoon is now resting comfortably at the Wildlife Center. He’ll remain under observation, but the rescue was a complete success.

Baby raccoon sitting inside a beige pet carrier lined with a towel and mat, looking out through the open doorway.

Balboa: A round of applause — or paw‑plause — for everyone involved. Teamwork saved a life today.

One ornage cat and 1 black clat signing off the WMEO news room desk

This has been a WMEO Breaking News Alert from the Nature Desk.

We Meow. You Listen.

 

WMEO Special Report- Ginger Cat Appreciation Day

2 cats, one ornage and one black, sit at a news desk for WMEO as anchors for the station

🧡 WMEO SPECIAL REPORT

Banner Appreciation Day — Celebrating Our Ginger Gentleman

Banner (opening): Good evening, viewers. Apparently tonight’s bulletin is about… me. I’ve been informed by the WMEO newsroom that today is Ginger Cat Appreciation Day, and as the resident orange correspondent, protocol requires that I acknowledge it with dignity and professionalism.

Balboa: Dignity? Banner, you’re an orange cat. You radiate sunshine, optimism, and the belief that every lap is reserved for you. This holiday was practically invented in your honor.

Banner: I do strive to bring calm, steady reporting to WMEO. Whether it’s wildlife rescues, neighborhood happenings, or keeping Balboa from turning every segment into a cooking show, I take my role seriously.

Balboa: He’s the backbone of this operation. The whiskered anchor. The ginger glow that keeps the newsroom warm. Also, he never steals my snacks, which is a quality I deeply admire.

Banner: Thank you, Balboa. I appreciate that… I think.

Orange long‑haired cat wearing a blue WMEO press badge while sitting outdoors on a textured surface with blurred green trees in the background.

 

🐾 A Tribute from the Nature Desk

Today we celebrate:

  • Banner’s unwavering professionalism
  • His gentle leadership
  • His commitment to factual reporting
  • His ability to nap anywhere, anytime, without disrupting workflow
  • His orange‑cat charm that keeps WMEO running smoothly

Fluffy orange cat sitting on top of a home office printer, looking toward the camera, with a blue wall, corkboard, and computer monitor in the background.

From the first meow of the morning briefing to the final sign‑off at night, Banner brings steadiness to every broadcast.

🎤 Balboa’s Closing Remarks

Balboa: Here’s to Banner — the ginger legend, the calm in the newsroom storm, and the only cat who can make a breaking news alert sound like a bedtime story. Happy Ginger Cat Appreciation Day, buddy.

Banner: Thank you, Balboa. And thank you to our viewers for celebrating with us.

Orange tabby cat sitting on a ledge in a whimsical indoor scene featuring a waterfall flowing from a shelf into a pond with lily pads and flowers, surrounded by framed pictures and a bright sky backdrop.

This has been a WMEO Special Report.

a black cat and an ornage cat sitting at the WMEO news desk during the sign off

We Meow. You Listen.

 

Kitty Poo Club Day

cardboard litter box set up in front of striped curtains and on brown rug

The Usual Morning Routine

Most mornings follow a predictable pattern: feed, scoop, give treats, then retreat for a nap. Zoomies are optional but usually included if someone uses the litter box right after breakfast. Banner and Balboa know this schedule by heart. When I finish scooping, I can always count on them sitting like furry statues in the living room, waiting for their treats.

When the Monthly Routine Changes

Once a month, everything shifts. The Kitty Poo Club box arrives, and I drag it inside (literally — it’s heavy). With three fresh litter boxes, it’s more than just a quick scoop. It’s open the box, assemble the new trays, carry each one to its proper location, pour in the fresh litter, then deal with the old boxes.

My Box‑of‑Poop Phobia

I scoop the poop out before sealing the old boxes with tape and re‑boxing them. That step is just me being phobic. I can carry a bag of poop, but a box of poop? No thank you.

The Cats Know Exactly What’s Happening

Here’s the funny part: Banner and Balboa know exactly what’s happening, and they hold their poop until the new boxes are ready.

As soon as I swap out the first box, there’s a stampede to see who gets to christen it. Whoever wins gets the first poop. The loser trots off to the bedroom and sits politely beside Box #2, waiting his turn. Once Box #2 is set up, he hops in and does his business. I guess it’s their way of marking territory.

Why We Use Three Litter Boxes

The third box is the “extra” box. I’ve always followed the recommendation of one more box than cats: two cats = three boxes. That way there’s no waiting, no fights, and almost never an accident.

A Flashback to My Three‑Cat Household

Years ago, when I had three cats, I used three regular plastic boxes and one automatic litter box a neighbor gave me. My tuxedo cat claimed that automatic box as his personal royal privy. He guarded it and refused to let the others near it. Some cats take their bathroom politics very seriously.

 

A Longer Month Means Grumpy Cats

This month was a long one between checks — five weeks instead of four — so I had to delay the Kitty Poo delivery. Judging from how fast Banner and Balboa raced to the fresh litter, I think they were unimpressed with that extra week. They probably compared it to us using a porta‑potty or a gas station restroom. You all know exactly what I mean.

Back on Track With Kitty Poo Club

But we’re back on track now with a regular four‑week delivery. I do love Kitty Poo Club. Disposable litter boxes are so much easier than stinky plastic ones — and clearly, Banner and Balboa approve

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