Homeless Cat -- Now Spotacus' Legacy
On 18 Dec, a very large cat showed up at our house. It was late and cold, and he looked in the door and made it clear he wanted inside. Well, since we have two cats already and he was a stranger, we...
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Well, we got her moved. She's been in the apartment since Monday, and I've been driving down there daily to help unpack. Took Thursday and Friday off to do my own stuff, and WLToo and I went to see "Dunkirk." Good movie.
Tomorrow, Mom and I go back to the old homestead. She has one last medical appointment up there, and we're returning a bunch of stuff she doesn't need but insisted on packing and now knows she doesn't need it. She did forget some small but important items, and we have to clear some other stuff before the auctioneers take over. They'll organize everything left for the auction, thankfully, so this will be the next to last time I go up there. Last time will be auction day in September, when all the stuff and the property get auctioned.
Meanwhile, Spotacus has been exceptionally affectionate. His poor skin is so twitchy that he's been pulling his hair out, so last night I rubbed bacon grease on the worst spots. I figured it would help ease whatever's bothering him, give him a bit of digestible fat as he licks it off, and maybe will help the twitchies over time. He's much happier today, so WLToo will keep it up while I'm gone. I have no idea if he likes bacon or not -- but it's pure meat fat, so while he might not like it, it won't hurt him.
Leoghaire spent some time hanging around the porch yesterday. Haven't seen her fawn since I got back, but she's here.
The barn swallows have departed. I miss them already. Love those little gossips. Still have a healthy hummingbird population to watch and feed, and I should be here for the monarch butterfly migration, whenever that is.
Our neighbor with the llamas and guinea fowl has the house up for sale. I don't think the critters will convey...
L'Andante (our 2004 Itasca Sunrise) is still at Texas Custom Coach. Hope to get her back soon enough to run up to northern Wisconsin and visit Tall and Short Friends at the park they're volunteer rangering at, then head back here in time for the homestead auction. But if not, oh well.
The hot tub should be ready now. Time to get the back muscles throroughly pummeled. Later, y'all.
Tomorrow, Mom and I go back to the old homestead. She has one last medical appointment up there, and we're returning a bunch of stuff she doesn't need but insisted on packing and now knows she doesn't need it. She did forget some small but important items, and we have to clear some other stuff before the auctioneers take over. They'll organize everything left for the auction, thankfully, so this will be the next to last time I go up there. Last time will be auction day in September, when all the stuff and the property get auctioned.
Meanwhile, Spotacus has been exceptionally affectionate. His poor skin is so twitchy that he's been pulling his hair out, so last night I rubbed bacon grease on the worst spots. I figured it would help ease whatever's bothering him, give him a bit of digestible fat as he licks it off, and maybe will help the twitchies over time. He's much happier today, so WLToo will keep it up while I'm gone. I have no idea if he likes bacon or not -- but it's pure meat fat, so while he might not like it, it won't hurt him.
Leoghaire spent some time hanging around the porch yesterday. Haven't seen her fawn since I got back, but she's here.
The barn swallows have departed. I miss them already. Love those little gossips. Still have a healthy hummingbird population to watch and feed, and I should be here for the monarch butterfly migration, whenever that is.
Our neighbor with the llamas and guinea fowl has the house up for sale. I don't think the critters will convey...
L'Andante (our 2004 Itasca Sunrise) is still at Texas Custom Coach. Hope to get her back soon enough to run up to northern Wisconsin and visit Tall and Short Friends at the park they're volunteer rangering at, then head back here in time for the homestead auction. But if not, oh well.
The hot tub should be ready now. Time to get the back muscles throroughly pummeled. Later, y'all.
