Life with cats, and other things…
12th May 2023 "The hurrieder I am, the behinder I get." It was a cartoon caption, in a newspaper I think, a long time ago. My aunt saved because she identified with it. I do too. Ridiculous, isn't it, for a retired person to feel this way, but I swear my days are getting shorter. … Continue reading Keeping up. Or not.
6th April 2023 It was my own fault of course, for mentioning hairballs. This morning I lost count of how many I scooped up before breakfast. As I washed up the dishes, there was more retching, but this I discovered was because Grant had found some grass to ease Sophia's dyspepsia. That she had it … Continue reading Knots
0857/4th April 2023 At the kitchen sink cleaning up, as ever, the latest kitty mess, I espied a new visitor sitting on a twig without. Reluctant to scare it away by going for my camera, I was satisfied with enjoying the brief pleasure of viewing a Mockingbird. As I "talked" to it, it tipped its … Continue reading Hairballs
0840/10th January 2023 Just enough sunlight leaked through this morning to cut a stripe on the hill across the way, so of course I abandoned the washing up and went outside. Only to be accosted by: Actually, that's not quite right. In fact, I noticed him on top of the sumac bush, fishing for I … Continue reading Strengths and feathers
In the middle of recent mechanical "issues", we were suddenly confronted with potentially, a much more devastating one. On Wednesday morning, Grant suddenly announced "something is wrong with Toby." Toby is our only male cat and he keeps a very low profile, so when Grant said this, I had to make a point of locating … Continue reading The decision
The height of our tornado It was ironic that my last post talked of owning twelve cats because that was the last day that I did. Own twelve cats. Now I only own eleven. This was our Colin last Summer. He loved arm chairs Colin loved to play He liked to meet people. He would … Continue reading Stormy weather
Sometimes I ask myself why I live with so many cats. Why do I put myself through all the extra work, and accept the irritation they sometimes cause? Like stepping all over my keyboard! Mostly, I wonder, how many more times can I go through having one of them put to sleep? Colin is dying … Continue reading Small victories
It is said that you get what you wish for. Personally, I have my doubts about that and although I did say, yesterday, that I like thunderstorms, I didn't actually ask for one to arrive. ................. I feel I ought not to be writing about frivolous things, when the country is going up in smoke. … Continue reading Don’t be old in the USA
If I start with something funny, maybe I will get myself going. It's a little hard today. One of the reasons I have not been all that fond of Summer, particularly in these parts, is that they are "buggy". I haven't changed my mind about that, as I am apparently highly allergic to some particular … Continue reading Who’s been in the window well?