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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Taking today off, after moving the last of the breakables yesterday. Turned on the seat heater while driving home and that did wonders to make my back muscles happy. A good half hour in the swimming pool helped even more. And then we slept like stones -- until Czarny decided it was time for us to get up. So he got his morning stroll outside, and is sleeping on a tower. He might get to go outside for a little bit if he wakes up before 1300. After that, he's inside until the "feels like" temps drop below 100. We were swimming at 2000 last night and the temps were still in the 90s; today's supposed to be even worse before the "not as hot" front arrives tomorrow. Can't call it a cool front with highs in the 90s...
Tomorrow, we'll move the remaining wall pictures, cleaning stuff, bits and pieces laying around, and finish packing the pots and pans for the movers to haul.
Meanwhile, Sister still has to get all her own moving boxes out of the way, so Mom's furniture and boxes can be placed. Then she and Mom have to figure out how to blend their household items, decide which of the four George Foreman grills will stay, which of the three blenders, three crockpots, waffle irons, toaster ovens, etc. Sister's kitchen is very small, and she'd like to not have her garage as adjunct kitchen storage. I saw a couple of items I could use, if Sister's kitchen won't handle it. I suggested they decide what they want to keep, then offer the rest to the three in the next generation. If they don't want it, then donate. Have to be careful with Sister's oldest -- he's as big an emotional hoarder as his grandma. He's take it just because family had it -- never mind he won't have a use for it. Sigh.
Does passing by the house, grazing on the coastal Bermuda. Barn swallow baby flew into the glass door and sat stunned on the doormat a good five minutes, cheeping in distress while a parent flew worriedly overhead, and Czarny batting at the door, trying to get to the bird. Obviously he does not connect bird on ground with bird swooping him. Baby finally sorted itself out and few away. Deer moved on, never bothered by the porch drama.
Sister had a glass door incident, too. She'd thoroughly cleaned the sliding glass door between kitchen and sunroom, forgot it was closed, and barreled right into it, bounced off, fell on floor and cracked her wrist bone. I ordered some colorful clings of hummingbirds and butterflies to put on her door and our doors and windows, in hopes the birds will stop flying into them (us) or humans walking into them (her). The clings are very large, at least 6" in size, so our native hummers should not think of them as challengers. Still, I'm putting up butterflies first on all the doors/windows that have sustained bird hits, and saving the remaining hummingbird clings for the less attacked windows. Maybe we can save the life of another mourning dove, at the least.
Time to get moving and do something around the house -- just not real strenuous. Later, y'all.
Tomorrow, we'll move the remaining wall pictures, cleaning stuff, bits and pieces laying around, and finish packing the pots and pans for the movers to haul.
Meanwhile, Sister still has to get all her own moving boxes out of the way, so Mom's furniture and boxes can be placed. Then she and Mom have to figure out how to blend their household items, decide which of the four George Foreman grills will stay, which of the three blenders, three crockpots, waffle irons, toaster ovens, etc. Sister's kitchen is very small, and she'd like to not have her garage as adjunct kitchen storage. I saw a couple of items I could use, if Sister's kitchen won't handle it. I suggested they decide what they want to keep, then offer the rest to the three in the next generation. If they don't want it, then donate. Have to be careful with Sister's oldest -- he's as big an emotional hoarder as his grandma. He's take it just because family had it -- never mind he won't have a use for it. Sigh.
Does passing by the house, grazing on the coastal Bermuda. Barn swallow baby flew into the glass door and sat stunned on the doormat a good five minutes, cheeping in distress while a parent flew worriedly overhead, and Czarny batting at the door, trying to get to the bird. Obviously he does not connect bird on ground with bird swooping him. Baby finally sorted itself out and few away. Deer moved on, never bothered by the porch drama.
Sister had a glass door incident, too. She'd thoroughly cleaned the sliding glass door between kitchen and sunroom, forgot it was closed, and barreled right into it, bounced off, fell on floor and cracked her wrist bone. I ordered some colorful clings of hummingbirds and butterflies to put on her door and our doors and windows, in hopes the birds will stop flying into them (us) or humans walking into them (her). The clings are very large, at least 6" in size, so our native hummers should not think of them as challengers. Still, I'm putting up butterflies first on all the doors/windows that have sustained bird hits, and saving the remaining hummingbird clings for the less attacked windows. Maybe we can save the life of another mourning dove, at the least.
Time to get moving and do something around the house -- just not real strenuous. Later, y'all.
