We're back. The last month has been super busy. We started de-cluttering WLToo's mom's house, so she can sell it and move into a retirement community. Talk about manual labor!
The boys had to stay at the vet while we were gone, so they could monitor Spot's bladder (he's ok now). Spot gets kennel "fever," like cabin fever, so he's pretty aggressive to the techs. Luckily, they understand that his aggression is of the "play with me right now!" kind. We don't want to inflict that on the techs again anytime soon, though. Besides, it's much too nice around here now to have to lock up the cats. They'd rather sleep on the porch all day.
Spot and Alex are doing well on the distilled water with vinegar. Took 'em a few days to decide the funny smell didn't mean the water was funky; it was funny watching them sniff the fountain thoroughly before drinking. Now, they just get a drink. Spot likes the joint compound powder; he licks it off the bowl bottom.
Alex has lost a lot of weight, but is healthy. He's just very old. He's also silly enough to start stuff with Spot, then pitch a fit when Spot gets rough. We break up too rough play at least twice a day. So as long as the weather is nice, when we go somewhere for a few hours, Spot stays outside and Alex inside. We don't want to come home and find Spot killed Alex by being too rough. It's just fine with Spot; he piles up on the porch furniture and is perfectly happy.
Last night was pretty humid, so Spot didn't sleep with us. He stayed on the chair and a half, on his binkie. If it's as humid tonight, I'll close up the house and turn the air conditioner back on.
A 12-point buck, really nice looking one, courted Mama Doe Lassie in our meadow last week. If he succeeded, the fawn(s) should be real looker(s).
We still have one hummingbird, so we're keeping a feeder out. Other than that, not much in the way of birds anymore, so it's real quiet out here.
Unfortunately, we have a sudden influx of millipedes, which we naturally find with our bare feet. Yuck.
I'm still swimming, although WLToo won't join me anymore. Says 75 degrees is too cold - I think it's great.
Speaking of swimming, think I'll take a quick dip before supper. 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
Rainbow Bridge: Spotacus, Alexander the Grrreat, and so very many more