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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Czarny rode halfway in a big cage, where he slept between the litter box and the kitty bed. When he woke up, he was disoriented and howled incessantly until we stopped for lunch. We let him out, and he promptly crawled under the bed covers. We let him stay there and he was quiet until we got to the campground. After looking around out the windows, he decided under the covers was a better place to be.
Each time we returned to the RV, he was hiding under the covers. He finally decided it was safe to come out late Saturday night, just in time to hide again yesterday on the trip home. When we got home, it took him a good while to figure out he was home. He kept running in and out of the RV, following me back and forth as I carried stuff into the house. When we settled in for the evening, he immediately went back into his normal routine.
Appears if we just let him hide under the covers, he's fine when moving. When still, he's under the covers until I'm back, and then he's velcroed to me until bedtime, when he hogs most of the middle of the bed so he can be in contact with both humans. He's just not happy with his routine being changed...
Spousal Unit told me the distance we traveled (325 miles one way) was the max he could drive anymore (he'd followed the RV in his Jeep, as we've not gotten the tow package installed yet). That's about the max I can drive the RV, too, considering the painful knot that forms in my upper left back (an anti-sway installation may help). But since that's about as far as we normally want to go in one day, anyway, we'll probably be fine.
Mom turned 96 yesterday. Short Friend and Sister-in-Law have birthdays tomorrow and Wednesday, so we're doing a consolidated birthday party this coming Sunday. Mom asked specifically for the cake my Great-Aunt Bessie created in the 1930s -- a white cake split into multiple layers (Bessie did 8, but I only do 4, with the smaller group to eat it), with lemon pudding (and lemon curd) spread between layers, then lemon buttercream frosting over it all and coated in unsweetened toasted coconut. I don't toast the coconut anymore, since Mom can't chew it that way. It's rich as all get out, takes up a lot of space in the fridge, and I can't have any...
Well, the master electrician is here to replace our main panel. Just waiting on the electric coop to arrive and turn off the power. SU will be here alone while they work, as Mom has a medical appointment this morning. At least it's not going to get over 72 today.
Later, y'all.
Each time we returned to the RV, he was hiding under the covers. He finally decided it was safe to come out late Saturday night, just in time to hide again yesterday on the trip home. When we got home, it took him a good while to figure out he was home. He kept running in and out of the RV, following me back and forth as I carried stuff into the house. When we settled in for the evening, he immediately went back into his normal routine.
Appears if we just let him hide under the covers, he's fine when moving. When still, he's under the covers until I'm back, and then he's velcroed to me until bedtime, when he hogs most of the middle of the bed so he can be in contact with both humans. He's just not happy with his routine being changed...
Spousal Unit told me the distance we traveled (325 miles one way) was the max he could drive anymore (he'd followed the RV in his Jeep, as we've not gotten the tow package installed yet). That's about the max I can drive the RV, too, considering the painful knot that forms in my upper left back (an anti-sway installation may help). But since that's about as far as we normally want to go in one day, anyway, we'll probably be fine.
Mom turned 96 yesterday. Short Friend and Sister-in-Law have birthdays tomorrow and Wednesday, so we're doing a consolidated birthday party this coming Sunday. Mom asked specifically for the cake my Great-Aunt Bessie created in the 1930s -- a white cake split into multiple layers (Bessie did 8, but I only do 4, with the smaller group to eat it), with lemon pudding (and lemon curd) spread between layers, then lemon buttercream frosting over it all and coated in unsweetened toasted coconut. I don't toast the coconut anymore, since Mom can't chew it that way. It's rich as all get out, takes up a lot of space in the fridge, and I can't have any...
Well, the master electrician is here to replace our main panel. Just waiting on the electric coop to arrive and turn off the power. SU will be here alone while they work, as Mom has a medical appointment this morning. At least it's not going to get over 72 today.
Later, y'all.
