Now there is a job I must remember not to expend energy on in the future.
It’s worse than a waste of time.
At least when windows are dirty, they are uniformly dirty.
When you attempt to clean them you end up with streaks and smears. No matter the method you employ.
Smearing windows had me dancing around in a flowerbed and I couldn’t help noticing a rather large number of things that ought to be elsewhere.
Conveniently (or not), my trowel was nearby.
“I’ll just spend 5 minutes”, I thought.
Sometime later (alright, so it was only ten minutes), I remembered Grant saying the suet feeder at the garage needed replenishing.
Oh, and “they” had knocked down the hummingbird feeder. Squirrels, presumably.
” I never!”
They had managed not to break it but had removed the red rubber plugs that give hummingbirds access to the nectar. I suppose they fancied a sweet drink.
The hummingbird feeders are my job and they were due to be refreshed anyway, so I collected up the bits and proceeded to the kitchen where hungry cats fixed me with their “LUNCH?” look.
“If you ate your breakfast, you wouldn’t be hungry!”
Sugar lives in the same cupboard as cat food, so they got excited but for once I was resolute.
With a slight hold up, when I discovered that the package I had just picked up was leaking sugar all over the counter and the floor and the shelves.
Caster sugar goes everywhere.
The recipe for hummingbird nectar is four to one, which always seems, no matter how hard I try, to be either just too much or just too little for two feeders.
It’s also sticky and drips. So then that has to be cleaned up because you wouldn’t want ants.
It seems I am one of the world’s incompetents. I’m sure other people don’t have these problems.
“Still waiting. Any time soon?”
“Well if I hadn’t started my day off wrong…”
“Whose fault was that?”
There’s always the benefit of doubt, of course, but somebody peed on a window, which is why I had the sudden impulse to waste my time on the previously mentioned useless task.
“Don’t pee on the pears!”
(The fruit bowl lives in the nearby corner and I didn’t like the way she was eyeing them)
There are times that try you, when some error of judgment has led you to ownership of multiple cats.
Let me rephrase before they chastise me:
When you have agreed to share your residence...
But then you look into their sweet faces…
So what, if they pee on everything you most particularly would rather they didn’t?
So what, if they wake you in the night?
Deposit half eaten mice for you to step on?
Vomit on your newest item of clothing?
Leave gobs of hair, everywhere?
No really, they are so worth it.
“You better believe it!” says Sasha.
When I went outside this morning I was reminded that there is something worse than cat pee.
Living in the country, you adjust to the occasional healthy aroma of fertilizer.
But perfume of pissed-off skunk, not so much!
You don’t want to get on their wrong side.
It’s been a while since we saw one of these beautiful creatures:
Last sighting was back in April, on the webcam. But there is no mistaking the scent they leave after an altercation. Sometimes they sound quite vicious, though I did not hear last night’s debacle. It’s hard to believe of such innocent-looking little creatures!
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Thank you, Carolyn, for my treat!
Skunks look great, but I don’t think I would want their smell around the house. Still, we don’t have them over here, so I don’t have to worry.
I gave up cleaning windows in 2018, when it rained heavily moments after I had spent almost 3 hours cleaning all of them. Now I let the rain wash off the dust, and I really don’t care what they look like. One of the better things about getting old… 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
I think I can live without skunks!
They are very pretty and don’t usually make a stink!
I am no fan of window cleaning either … my mom always says, “if you want rain, wash the windows” ☺️. Lovely pictures of the skunks (I have actually never seen one in real life) and, as you mentioned, I would definitely not want to be on their wrong side!