This little complaint is one I know every one of you experience but . . where on earth does the day go? I get up and before I’m halfway done with my projects for the day, it’s bed time. I’m writing this at 10:45 p.m. and when you get to the end . . I hope you’re not as frustrated as I am!
The frustration for me is starting and not finishing . . starting dinner and not finishing, starting flan and not finishing, starting unpacking groceries and not finishing. That kind of stuff wears on me. Tomorrow is a new day!
Boots is the cutest little cat! It’s amazing how much he loves Vince already. I really don’t know how to tell but if I had to guess, I’d say Boots is a girl and I’m not even going to share how I came to that conclusion but I’m going to call him a he because by the time he gets done at the vet, he will be neither a he or a she . . for all practical purposes.
I did pet him. I did let him rub on my legs and purr at my feet. I did not like it but he seemed to enjoy it. Then . . Vince walked by and Boots suddenly forgot all about me.
Tell me this . . do cats at some point stop walking between your feet? There is no way to walk without tripping or stepping on him. We’re too old to have a moving trip hazard with us at all times.
Boots is faster than the speed of light when someone opens a door. He is going in and no one is stopping him. When he encounters Speck inside the house, that may not be pretty! He’s already gotten in the sewing room twice. I open the door and there’s no way to keep him from running in! I won’t care once we get him on flea meds and know he’s healthy but for now, I don’t want him inside.
Yesterday afternoon, I had just started making flan and Vince said “Let’s go to town and get Boots some toys!” I said . . Better yet, let’s get online at The Loopy Ewe and get Judy some toys! No, really, I said “Can we please wait til the flan can come out of the oven?” And that’s what we did. Do you think we went straight to Wal-Mart and back? Oh, no! We decided to grab tacos for dinner. Then we went to Big Lots to look for cat toys. Then we went to Tractor Supply to look for a spark plug. Then we went to Auto Zone and looked for a spark plug. Then we went to Wal-Mart. Then we went to Kroger.
While we were gone, the neighbors texted and said “Come over and visit.” Once we got home, we unpacked the groceries, and there was a lot to unpack . . and went to the neighbors. Drove the RTV and cut through the freshly cut trail that Vince just cut today! So nice to cut through the woods to go visit folks.
We sat out on their porch, consumed a bit of wine, laughed and talked and stayed there til 10 p.m. It was well past dark when we were cutting through the trail in the woods headed home. Vince left the shop door up a few inches so Boots could go in and out and he does . . we’ve seen him do it. But, when we got home, Boots was sitting on the back porch of the house waiting for us and . . one of the baby chicks was out. 10 p.m. and I’m out chasing a chicken with a flashlight and a net and Vince is looking for a lamp he can put in the shop in case Boots is afraid of the dark!
The dinner I cooked for Friday that we didn’t eat because we went out, also didn’t get eaten on Saturday night because we went out so I surely hope we can find time to eat at home tomorrow night.
After the chick was captured and put back in the coop, and a lamp was on for Boots and we had him tucked into his little bed (where he did not stay), I had to come in and finish unpacking and putting away the groceries that didn’t require refrigeration and clean up the mess from the flan making. I’m tired!
About the other cats that were here. They were feral and we know two of them died but they probably all died. The weird thing is that tonight when we were at the neighbors’, we saw another black cat. We thought Boots had followed us over there but I couldn’t believe it because it’s pretty far. Vince went to get him and it was a much bigger cat and it seemed wild and ran into the woods but . . it was black with a white chest, just like Boots . . but bigger and scared. Strange, huh?
Tomorrow (Sunday . . probably today for most reading this), I hope that we do not leave the house . . that we stay right here all day and get some things accomplished and eat Friday night’s dinner!