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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Feeling much better, but the Eustachian tubes are not yet fully open. Sigh.
Short Friend sent video and photos from Buddy's internment. It was both incredibly beautiful and totally sucked at the same time. We will miss him so much.
Sister is screwing herself into more drama, thinking she should take the house off the market and move back into it until after Christmas. Now she's all worried that Nephew One's two dogs will be an issue for Short and Tall Friend, while he's here over the holidays. I asked if they are a behavior issue and she said no, so I asked then what's the big deal, considering Short and Tall Friend don't have an issue with her two cats and dog as it is. She's still pondering that. I just might have to sit her down for a reality check -- the number of showings has increased, as predicted, but she's all agitated because she isn't getting offers. The realtor already told her what's going to happen, and it's right on schedule, yet she's not listening. Sigh.
A ten-point buck came into our meadow on Friday morning. I do hope he survives hunting season, what with all the poachers around here. The county just voted to make discharging a firearm over .177 (BB size), including air powered, illegal on any property under 10 acres. It was illegal already, but didn't include air rifles, etc., so they updated it. Not going to stop the poachers, as we already know -- they'll just move to bows.
WLToo found some deer chow, and we put it out just as the does walked up. Everyone gave it a good taste, then walked away. The fawn ate a lot of it. We refilled the next day, and Leoghaire acted like we were trying to poison her. Someone ate it that night, though. OK, fine. We'll feed whichever deer likes it, in hopes that somebody will survive the winter and the poaching, so we'll have at least a couple deer on the place next year.
Rudy took his time responding to my call this morning. As I walked around outside, Czarny was right on my heels. "I'm right here, why are you still calling 'Kitty! Kitty!'?" They did answer, though, so both got their treats, and are zonked somewhere.
Time to go do something useful. Later, y'all.
Short Friend sent video and photos from Buddy's internment. It was both incredibly beautiful and totally sucked at the same time. We will miss him so much.
Sister is screwing herself into more drama, thinking she should take the house off the market and move back into it until after Christmas. Now she's all worried that Nephew One's two dogs will be an issue for Short and Tall Friend, while he's here over the holidays. I asked if they are a behavior issue and she said no, so I asked then what's the big deal, considering Short and Tall Friend don't have an issue with her two cats and dog as it is. She's still pondering that. I just might have to sit her down for a reality check -- the number of showings has increased, as predicted, but she's all agitated because she isn't getting offers. The realtor already told her what's going to happen, and it's right on schedule, yet she's not listening. Sigh.
A ten-point buck came into our meadow on Friday morning. I do hope he survives hunting season, what with all the poachers around here. The county just voted to make discharging a firearm over .177 (BB size), including air powered, illegal on any property under 10 acres. It was illegal already, but didn't include air rifles, etc., so they updated it. Not going to stop the poachers, as we already know -- they'll just move to bows.
WLToo found some deer chow, and we put it out just as the does walked up. Everyone gave it a good taste, then walked away. The fawn ate a lot of it. We refilled the next day, and Leoghaire acted like we were trying to poison her. Someone ate it that night, though. OK, fine. We'll feed whichever deer likes it, in hopes that somebody will survive the winter and the poaching, so we'll have at least a couple deer on the place next year.
Rudy took his time responding to my call this morning. As I walked around outside, Czarny was right on my heels. "I'm right here, why are you still calling 'Kitty! Kitty!'?" They did answer, though, so both got their treats, and are zonked somewhere.
Time to go do something useful. Later, y'all.
