What a day. The CT scan went fine, after which I finally found an excellent Korean restaurant and ate very well. Then I ran some errands, came home, and let the boys outside to enjoy a beautiful day.
Mama Doe Lassie stopped by for some corn and a little nuzzle (I do wish she'd stop that. Deer snot on my hand = ewww). That annoying bird threw all the hummingbird feeder inserts on the ground and drained the feeder. I cleaned it, refilled it, and had to contend with several hummers trying to feed while I was still hanging it. I hope that bigger bird moves on soon.
Saw Spot stalking the seal point cat several times today. No direct confrontations, so little did I expect what was to come later.
Since it was just me, I indulged in sweet potatoes for supper. However, my eyes were bigger than my stomach, so I had a few leftovers. Who should come wandering back up but MDL, so she got the leftovers. Even cooked, she likes sweet potatoes. We did not plant any this time; might do that next time.
Settled down to watch TV, when what should I hear but Spot on Alex' scratch pad. I knew immediately what Spot was going to do, grabbed the Wee Cleaner, yelled at Spot, and the chase began. He'd run to another spot, start to spray, I'd arrive yelling, and spray it with Wee Cleaner immediately, then dash off after Spot. At one point, I sprayed Spot with the Wee Cleaner instead of the water bottle, and that's when I lost it completely. I chased him outside, yelling to beat the band. He's never heard me yelling like a drill sergeant, so he knew he was in deep kimchee.
I put a little food out for him, and it's the kind of night he loves to be outside in, so he's staying out. I had an a-fib attack from all the excitement, and I need sleep. If he's inside, he'll be going around spraying all night, and I don't need that stress.
Starting tomorrow, a major re-training ensues. Luckily, the weather will be gorgeous, perfect for his thick fur -- not too hot, not too cold, so he'll be fine. We don't have coyotes or loose dogs, and I haven't seen a fox in nearly two years. I'll let him inside for meals, then watch him closely. Each time he acts inappropriately, he's outside. Until I get the Feliway or other happy gas, can't let him stay inside unsupervised, but I'll have to do that tomorrow, as we have a cold front coming in next week that will drop us into lows in the 40s. He could handle that, having survived colder temps making his way to us, but I don't like the idea that he may have to stay out very long.
Spot is stubborn, still with that tom cat attitude, but he knows for certain now that I am not even slightly happy with his behavior. Now we'll see if he understands the consequences.
First cat I've ever had to toss outside for my own health. Frustrating for both of us, but if I'm in a-fib all the way to my surgery next week, I can't re-train him. So he's on the porch loveseat and looks pretty happy at the moment.
Well, my throat hurts from yelling at him (I rarely yell, makes it hard to sing), the a-fib has calmed, and I'm drained. Time to sleep. Later, y'all.
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated." -- Mahatma Gandhi
Czarny, black cat
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