Recently some apes who shall remain un-named have been complaining about how difficult life is in the cold weather. Since I have been forced to become an indoor cat I really can’t get behind their point of view. I just have to make the best of a bad situation. Continue reading Winter’s Not So Bad
This is about the time of year when I’ve had enough of winter. As I was shoveling close to half a foot of snow off the drive yesterday I realized I’d lost count of the number of times I’ve shoveled. Not to mention the countless car windows I’ve scraped and frozen car doors I’ve worked loose. Then I walk out this morning and adding insult to injury, mother nature decided to spit one more over night inch on all my work from yesterday.
Enough already! Each year we celebrate the coming of spring with Snowball’s birthday in April. I told her I would buy her I nice gift if we could just get this winter crap over and have spring. Looks like she’s still out of luck for a little while.
I haven’t seen my cell mate Roswell since Thursday. I’ve been looking all over the Homestead and he is nowhere to be found.
I noticed the past week he was having trouble breathing sometimes. He was tired all the time and complaining to me that his chest hurt. But like a usual, stoic feline he tried not to let the apes see that anything was wrong. Then Wednesday it was so hard for him to catch his breath that one of the apes noticed he was breathing through his mouth. I’m sure that’s why they got his travel cage out and took him away Thursday morning.
Both of us have occasionally been trapped in a travel cage and taken to the lady in the white coat to be poked and tortured. Though in the past we always got to come home in a couple of hours. This time seems different. The apes came home without Roswell and all of them have had tears in their eyes for a couple of days.
I don’t think Roswell is coming back. The thought of him not being around makes me sad too. He could be a pain in the ass sometimes but through it all he was a good companion, teacher and friend. We will all miss him.
When Snowball and I moved back to her family’s homestead to take care of her mother, we had big plans for making it a place for all of the family members to visit and enjoy. Little did we know how much work was going to be involved.Continue reading Attack of the Killer Tomato Cages
Lately I’ve been getting a lot of unsolicited phones sales calls. How they know to call when I have my hands full I’ll never know. I’ve gotten smart and used the little trick on my phone that announces out loud who the caller is. That way if the phone rings and I hear Siri say, “Unknown Caller” I know I can go about my work and enjoy the vibration in my pocket. Continue reading Sometimes I Make Them Cry
A couple of days ago I was using the garden tractor to mow the west forty. That’s my nickname for the orchard area. Its not really 40 acres – the whole property is just under half an acre – but “mowing the west forty” sounds more impressive than “mowing the orchard” which only has three trees so far. Continue reading Five Places Not to Get Stranded
Last night, Snowball and her mom and I were having a nice, quiet Friday evening pizza dinner at the Homestead. We were enjoying our customary routine of guessing the puzzles on Wheel of Fortune and looking forward to watching baseball, Royals or Cubs, afterwards. Suddenly there was a knock that sounded just like someone at the front door except it was coming from the floor! Continue reading Downstairs Neighbors
One of the advantages to living a long time is the collection of t-shirts you get that say ‘Been there, Done that’. This week a whole lot of people are going to finally get their figurative t-shirt that says they’ve seen a solar eclipse, a shirt I earned some twenty years ago. Continue reading Much Ado About Mostly Nothing
There’s a scene in the original Ghostbusters movie where Bill Murray’s character is trying to convince the mayor of New York how dire the situation is. He claims the city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions with dogs and cats living together in mass hysteria. In my opinion that mixture is a recipe for disaster in real life too. No one warned me that I would be living with a dog when they stuck me in a cat carrier and dragged me up here to the homestead. I’ve seen dogs before and Bast knows I could smell them at the rescue center. But this is the first time I’ve had to put up with one full time Continue reading Dogs and Cats – Living Together