I’ve been layed up for a week. Okay..seriously I have a little red squiggly line under layed…it certainly is not lied up…maybe it’s laid up…yep…no line…but I’m using layed…
Anyway…I had big toe joint surgery last Tuesday…the doctor sent me home with a large prescription of pain medication. During an office visit a month before, I indicated to him that I’m not keen on taking pain meds….will I really need them? Well, the first couple of days anyway, was his response. To that response I now say..liar, liar pants on fire, hell yes you need to take the pain meds….I won’t belabor the painful journey I’m on…physical and mental pain. Here’s my footwear! Oh…just one foot…the other foot I wear a pair of shoes the same height….finding that combination has so far proved impossible.
So because I sit continuously in my nest.
I kept smelling something…it would come and go…so this morning, I leaned over and smelled the cats…each one separately…I smelled my shirt, I smelled the bed linens and the pillows, I reached down and smelled that foot contraption…then I opened the lid and smelled that box. That’s it. I smelled every book, every journal…every oracle card box…everything….and then everything was out of that box….except a rolled up paper towel…it was rolled up so I didn’t get the dripped tuna salad on anything Yesterday and making it nearly invisible at the bottom of the box. I mentally apologized to the cats because they don’t listen to me anyway but I just felt bad that I questioned their hygiene since they work so hard at keeping clean.
Until next time….
Until next time….
I realized this week that I was premature in naming Rex! I realize that I did not really think through the adoption of a teenage cat when there are 4 grandparent age cats in the house. Evenings are no longer peaceful, winding down hours in the day. It is the time of day Rex….known now as You Little Bastard….loses control of all discipline.
This is Rex taking a breather before he launches another battle
This is one of his victims
At least the grandfathers are getting a little exercise running up and down the steps and leaping onto tables and developing arm strength batting You little bastard when he just won’t stop. I’m now carrying a spray water bottle and jumping up and down off the couch and developing a healthy trigger finger. I’ve been here before but then there were 5 teenage/young adult cats who could each hold their own. It will be ok….I mean, he’s a cat….how long could it possibly take to train him. Hahahahaha.
Until next time…..
I have rules about the inner sanctum…also known as my craft room. 1) no cats 2)not a playroom AKA just another place to leave toys. as you can see by the picture above, Rex was waiting for an invite before he entered the room…uh, NO!
When I opened the door this morning, I noticed paint bottles littering the floor and upon further investigation all of the little stuff on the shelf was now laying on the day bed including the quilt my daughter made for me….whaaaat? Seriously what happened?
Every scenario went through my mind except that a cat had snuck through the ceiling into the closet and because there is no ceiling yet, he was able jump into the room….and then exit by jumping up on the shelf and through the hole above the wall to the next room.
So…He initiated Plan B….ya. all of the holes are covered, most just reinforced with a second piece as we had already been down this road with the scaredy cat we were unable to adopt last month. That kitty only made it over to the drop ceiling over the bathroom to hide. Rex’s life seems to be one adventure after the other. cat vs us. I know who isn’t going to win!
Until next time..
My name is Rex!
I’m reasonably young …. probably around 18 months…I have long legs, short hair, beautiful eyes and while I have an annoying streak, the other critters living in this house seem to be courteous and willing to teach me the things I need to know. It’s like having 4 grandfathers. I think the humans that live here wish I would quit squeeking…but overall I seem to be moving about the house without issue…..
While in our vets office a couple weeks ago, I saw the picture of a cat on the bulletin board that needed a home. He was an 8 year old cat who had been turned into an Independence Vet Clinic because the young owner could not take him when she relocated.
I had a gut feeling it wouldn’t work as soon as I met him but we brought him home for a week….it didn’t work…he was an “only” cat who controlled one owner and was scared out of his ever livin’ mind. And he tried to establish dominance with our A cat….my cat….and there is no way that was going to work. The Prince, Baxter:
I bring all of this up now because He and I had been talking about getting a kitten before I made that fateful trip to the vets office and broke the rules about looking at the bulletin board.
A week later, my across the street neighbor, (D)..critter rescuer…..asked if I had seen the stray cat hanging around her house *cough…food and water on the porch. A very young cat….not a kitten. So I was out at night after dark checking on him with my iPhone flashlight because I was worried about him because of the Fox/coyote situation.
So….D and I…working with one brain decided he needed to be neutered so as not to spread his seed, so to speak, I didn’t want a bunch of stray kittens to worry about because I wouldn’t get any sleep at night.
To make a long story short, D was able to corral the little darling this morning and I just dropped him off at the vet to be neutered and a rabies shot……and then He and i decided on the off chance *cough probability, that we keep him, we should have him wormed….oh…and I named him Rex.
Pictures at a later date.
Until next time…..
So….in the safety of my own home this summer, I’ve had a cicada in the house and had to be rescued by Truman…then I had a largefellow try to take up residence in the curtains
Tonight I had two cats run through the house at warp speed to the deck door off the kitchen. So, I followed because obviously they know something I don’t know.
Now I have a dragonfly storming head first into the glass of the deck door. Over and over and over and I have two cats on the inside growling and scratching at the window.
Two questions…why is this stupid insect doing this and 2) it’s 2:00 in the morning, where is his mother? Seriously. Why is this happening. it’s been going on for 20 minutes.
Closer to September 1st than August 1st so for some reason every night I set myself up thinking I’m going to step out the front door and it is going to feel like the 72 degrees that my watch reports…not 72 degrees with 94% humidity…..and every night between 11P and 2A, I say to myself…UGH !&$@! Perhaps there is something I should be grasping here….
Each night I take Frannie out for her little relief break. She lays in the kitchen doorway and always looks up when I let my recliner foot rest down….it can be several times during this late hour…..to fill my water vessel, to reach for my IPAD, grab the remote…whatever……she looks up. But, it’s not until I pick my phone up off the side table and slide it in my pocket or more likely down my shirt that she jumps up, toe nails scratching the tile floor and beats me to the door for her walk.
We don’t go very far (see temp72 degrees, humidity 94%) but that doesn’t seem to matter. There are things to smell, places to squat and rabbits to get excited about.
Then we head back to the house and Truman is always sitting at the front door waiting for us.
Waiting to be knocked over and trampled by Frannie just as excited to get in the house as she was out.
As for Truman…maybe we need to talk…perhaps there is also something he needs to be grasping here!
Until next time….
Well, we did it again! It was only two years ago when he and I and the him-in-law layed in the back of a pickup in a farm drive in the country so we could watch the Perseid meteor shower only to learn that it wasn’t right night.
We sat here last night until our necks ached and then I went out again after midnight because I refused to believe that we only saw 3! We were looking up and we didn’t blink. Before I went to sleep, I googled to make sure we had the right night and learned that best viewing is in the NE sky. We were looking up not northeast…can that really make a difference…and I answered myself – apparently!!
We are going to a Royals game tonight.
Surely once we get out of the city after the game, we will be dazzled. At least I’ll have on my sequined Royals cap so he will see flashes of light.
Its kind of like the week after Christmas…
Before the wedding our friends from Newton, Rod and Kim came for an overnight visit.
I was so looking forward to seeing them…then the weekend in Des Moines with family for the wedding and now I don’t know what to do with myself…sort of lonely. We took Baxter and Truman to the vet yesterday for their annual shots. Of course, true to form, Truman had to have a bath when we got home because the car ride stresses him out so much…at least he just peed in his carrier this time…oh…and Howled at the top of his lungs.
He is totally avoiding me today!
Tonight we have the Royals…and the stars!!!!
Until next time….