Ok,
so I am watching to additional cats, while their owner runs away to the circus. Their names are Sprocket, an all black cat less than two years old, and a great love bug, who loves face rubs. And Widget, who I suspect is a Bengal, she is less than a year, about 11 months or so, and full of curiosity, and no sense. Her favorite game (aside from escape) is ambush, and anything she can hide under to jump out at other cats or people is her favorite place to be. So, this has added some liveliness to the house. My cats are ok with it, Bovine is the most angry, which is not surprising, she has not had the best move, or the most tolerant disposition, she is a string of cat profanity when ever she sees the foreign kitties, and my roommate Cole, that its both very irritating and a bit amusing. Alice is ok, but the fact that her running up and down the length of the house as been curtailed by the kitten's desire to chase her. And then there is Trixie, I don't know what is up with Trixie, but all the cats find her a bit intimidating, and I have never seen any aggression out of her towards another cat, its just mystifying!
Aside from cat shenanigans, life has been a bit boring, there has been some work, some of it fun, but not a heck of a lot of work, which is worrying, and poor making. I have had a bit of a run on crap going wrong with my body to emphasize that I am poor. Example is I chipped a tooth, but I'm not in any pain so, I'll wait until I have health insurance again. These things make me a bit sad, whats frustrating is I have a reimbursement account I have to use up before December, but I don't feel like I have the spare money to spend... its a quandary, I have a plan though, I'll let you know.
I have been an extremely bad Daughter, in that I have not called my dad since I got back from California... in March. I do think about calling him almost everyday, usually late at night or when he is in dialysis. Sigh.
I have not written anything for my play, thought I have an idea for a different play in my mind, I hope to start working on them today, actually. But it depends on chores, and blah, blah, blah. I need to take the lessons of NaNoWriMo to heart, and just make a time to write everyday, even if it means just staring at the screen for 4 hours. I might need tough love for it actually, or a personal coach? I don't know.
I find it easy to write when I sit down and stream of conscience it, like now, whether its coherent or not is a matter for later editing, actually.
I should reaffirm some goals for July.
write everyday, and post on the blog, say three times a week?
Monday, June 30, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
The Great Kitten Escape
Hello,
again, long time no post, I am terrible.
I would like to open up with the tale of my morning this fine Pride day. I did not go to the Parade, I was sort of invited, but not really by the roommate, and I sort of did not make an effort to go. Instead, I woke up late, and made some coffee and started making some breakfast. I start doing something in the sink, and I look up, and out the kitchen window. I was going to add a picture, but my devices aren't speaking.
Anyway I look up and see a cat in the backyard. And this cat looks like the kitten we are watching for the summer... Is that the kitten we are watching for the summer? Where is the kitten? Frantic cat count, Alice, Trixie, Bovine... Check, Sprocket (other visiting cat), Check... but why is Sprocket looking intently outside, and Kitten (Widget) not accounted for, yikes! I scoop up Sprocket and tuck her in the spare room, and scurry outside barefoot, in my robe, to see the kitten contentedly playing in the long grass in our upper back yard. I breathe deeply, now is not the time to panic, I chat with her a bit, and encourage her to come get a cuddle (cat trap) but grass and under the dilapidated shed are more intriguing than I am. So, I run calmly back in the house, throw on some clothes, find my flip flops, turn off the frying pan, and grab the yellow feather on a stick.
So, I'm up in the back yard, playing with the kitten, must not seem desperate, or she will run under the shed... We think something might be living under the shed, what, we aren't sure, but sometimes we imagine a family of feral cats, opossums, or even a raccoon. I also worry that if I frighten her, she might take off down the alley, where I have been told a fairly vicious dog lives... The kitten has very little sense. Anyhow, I try not to let this show in my demeanor and I try to coax her to the lower backyard. I am pretty successful, actually, and we start to head in, it even looks like going inside is the kitten's idea... but Alice is hanging out just outside the door, the kitten comes up to her for a friendly sniff, like we practiced just this morning, Alice calmly obliges, then smacks the kitten 5 or 6 times about the head. The Kitten then decides inside might not be where she wants to go, and she heads down the side of the house to the front. This is just a minor diversion though, and very quickly after this I apprehend the runaway, and we head back in.
I shut the window, where the tear (kitten made) in the screen allowed her to escape. Released the other cat from cat jail, and resumed my breakfast making. I get everything ready, and walk to the table, set down my plate, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a kitten shape in the front window, I attempt to apprehend her, when I see that she isn't escaping. SHE IS COMING BACK IN. Oh, crap, no window is safe. I go back to the cat room to see the kitten casing that window.. I shut it. I mentally review the list of windows, check, all are closed.
I eat my breakfast, and then write this blog entry.
again, long time no post, I am terrible.
I would like to open up with the tale of my morning this fine Pride day. I did not go to the Parade, I was sort of invited, but not really by the roommate, and I sort of did not make an effort to go. Instead, I woke up late, and made some coffee and started making some breakfast. I start doing something in the sink, and I look up, and out the kitchen window. I was going to add a picture, but my devices aren't speaking.
Anyway I look up and see a cat in the backyard. And this cat looks like the kitten we are watching for the summer... Is that the kitten we are watching for the summer? Where is the kitten? Frantic cat count, Alice, Trixie, Bovine... Check, Sprocket (other visiting cat), Check... but why is Sprocket looking intently outside, and Kitten (Widget) not accounted for, yikes! I scoop up Sprocket and tuck her in the spare room, and scurry outside barefoot, in my robe, to see the kitten contentedly playing in the long grass in our upper back yard. I breathe deeply, now is not the time to panic, I chat with her a bit, and encourage her to come get a cuddle (cat trap) but grass and under the dilapidated shed are more intriguing than I am. So, I run calmly back in the house, throw on some clothes, find my flip flops, turn off the frying pan, and grab the yellow feather on a stick.
So, I'm up in the back yard, playing with the kitten, must not seem desperate, or she will run under the shed... We think something might be living under the shed, what, we aren't sure, but sometimes we imagine a family of feral cats, opossums, or even a raccoon. I also worry that if I frighten her, she might take off down the alley, where I have been told a fairly vicious dog lives... The kitten has very little sense. Anyhow, I try not to let this show in my demeanor and I try to coax her to the lower backyard. I am pretty successful, actually, and we start to head in, it even looks like going inside is the kitten's idea... but Alice is hanging out just outside the door, the kitten comes up to her for a friendly sniff, like we practiced just this morning, Alice calmly obliges, then smacks the kitten 5 or 6 times about the head. The Kitten then decides inside might not be where she wants to go, and she heads down the side of the house to the front. This is just a minor diversion though, and very quickly after this I apprehend the runaway, and we head back in.
I shut the window, where the tear (kitten made) in the screen allowed her to escape. Released the other cat from cat jail, and resumed my breakfast making. I get everything ready, and walk to the table, set down my plate, and out of the corner of my eye, I see a kitten shape in the front window, I attempt to apprehend her, when I see that she isn't escaping. SHE IS COMING BACK IN. Oh, crap, no window is safe. I go back to the cat room to see the kitten casing that window.. I shut it. I mentally review the list of windows, check, all are closed.
I eat my breakfast, and then write this blog entry.
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