I am a bad blogger, also my spelling for some unknown reason has gotten worse than usual. Even so, I've had so many things not all of them bad going on, and I haven't shared. The pessimist says "no one reads this damn thing anyway", the optimist says "if I don't keep up on this my friends will stop checking". Therefore, I am going to string together the few thoughts I can gather and throw them on here! In no specific order. Hopefully things improve with practice.
New Kitty. Outsider the very snuggly porch cat who we've been watching/feeding for a month has somehow (we shall not name names nor place blame) become Sider...as in IN-Sider. He is a smart affectionate, cat who had some really bad luck in his adoptive family back in May. We found this out after we took him to the nearest vet & had them scan for a microchip...HE HAD ONE. The chip was still registered to the shelter, they gave us the number for his adoptors, and the vet tech called his people. When she showed up she had no interest in the cat and we got the vibe that she'd be dropping him into another neighborhood on the way to work...BAD PEOPLE. So we told her how cute we thought he was (she agreed but said he didn't care for her 3 year old, and wasn't a good replacement for her pit bull who had been "stolen"). I'm pretty sure they got him at one of the "free cat adoptions" they've been having and then when he didn't fit in they dumped him in our neighborhood. BAD PEOPLE. He's obviously not suited to being a wild cat, and in 100 degree temps dropping a cat in a strange neighborhood close to major traffic is akin to murder! However, he found us. I'm still not forgiving them. Once Sider realized it was either Out or In at our house he's shown a lot of appreciation for being ours, and may just prove to be the exercise program Yahzi desperately needs. He's four years younger than Yahz & Spazz & LOVES to play chase. Also he's learning that Oscar is not food...hopefully soon!
Speaking of the Bird Brain (his official title). His newest word is "Kibble". I stumbled into his room at 6:30 the other morning and the dialog went like this:
"...brawwwwk" (his version of my alarm clock going off)
"Good morning"
"Morning Baby Bird" (I try to be positive even though I'm not awake)
"Breakfast" this means his seed mix that also includes fruit and other noms, as I scooped seed into his dish and tucked back his blanket
"Drink-o-Water" so I took his water dish to the bathroom for a quick scrub and refill (all the while in zombie mode because I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON) as I'm tucking it back into his cage he hits me with his latest acquisition
"Kibble!?!" clear as day...his words usually start out as baby talk only I can understand, but apparently this one's important! So I scooped kibble into his bowl and walked away to realize I had just been completely bossed by a little green monster.
Last weekend was the Murray Family Reunion (Mom's step kids). We all camped at South Fork, and my friends the Rivera's came to camp with Scott & I. Despite a very stressful week for me (Fran took part of the week off to go on vacation & left Adda, Byron, Judy & I to hold the fort down) I had a good time. I actually got pictures of my Moose! Scott & I were floating in the river tied off to rocks when my pet river stick got away from me (yes the purple one I've hauled around for 2 years, it's a mini tragedy). I waded ashore & hurried down stream to where the Rivera's were camped in hopes that it might get caught on the shore & I could get it back. I had to hurry through a thistle patch in my water shoes, so I was watching my feet more than the river. When I hopped onto a rock and looked up, all I could see was Moose...AAAAAAHHHHHGGGGGG! At least that's what my hind brain said as I scrambled back to shore and the moose turned to nod at me. Either he recognized me (this is not our first or closest meeting, he's the same one that wandered past Royla & I while we were in the hammock and who came through camp every week last summer) or I didn't seem like enough of a threat. Either way I'm glad! My stick floated within a few feet of him. I decided at that point it was a reasonable adventure & went for my camera. As soon as I find my camera card reader there's gonna be a whole bunch of pictures!!!!!!!
I'm off to brown meat for my chile verde experiment, wish me luck!
-m
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