I came home yesterday and found Inka, my newest, youngest baby cat dead. Apparently hit by a car. She was still a kitten, a young teenager in cat years. She was feral and just starting to let me pet her. She would have been a great cat. It’s hard to find a cat who’s accepted by the other cats and gets along well enough with the dogs
Inka had a bad rear foot. It was curled and she walked (limped) with the top of her foot on the ground.
All my cats love to lay in the middle of the warm road. I have always feared coming home to find one run over. I wish they’d all just stay inside the fenced yard all the time.
There’s a new cat that’s been hanging around off and on for months. I’m trying to recruit him/her (her i think) into my cat clan. She has eaten (where I saw her eating) food i gave her twice. Hopefully more.
She has amazing “appear out of nowhere” and “disappear into thin air” skills.
It’s Friday and it’s going to be a yardwork/housecleaning weekend. Ja ha. We’ll see.
its a holiday Monday here. It has been a good long weekend . I have kept busy but noticed a phenomenon. I can be busy all day, and if I have an hour idle between activities , i feel like I’m wasting my whole life. Awareness is more than half the solution though. Now that I know I do it, I can easily knock it off.
But it’s a good weekend. Beach, pickleball, yardwork (a little), yoga, went to a cookout. My Bluetooth headset died after over a year of constant use and I replaced it with the same kind.
Im trying to add a 5th cat to my crew of 4.
The first shot of a cute yellow and white cat that been hanging around. Seems to get along with the other four too!
There used to be seven cats, now there’s four. I have one now, yowling in protest at the indignation of being in a kennel. He’s on his way to the veterinarian.
Now chickens, i can see how feeding them is criminal. They steal my cats food, poop on the pavement and dig up my yard. You can throw them chicken feeding mo’fo’s in the slammer and throw away the key! I have to guard against any chickens getting any food in my yard, because if they do, they’ll be back, and they”ll bring their friends. Curse you chickens and you evil chicken feeding bastards. 😁
AND! Happy Anniversary to me! February 4th, 1997, I arrived here in Cayman, hoping to stay as long as they’d keep me. Feb 4th 2023, 26 years today! I’m still here, and grateful every day for it!
I thought it was a great book that needs to be read more than once. This book is like a novel, it’s more or less about the same people the whole book. It’s also like a book of short stories because the chapters are not necessarily related to each other. The chapters don’t seem to be in proper time order. One chapter is all pictures and charts. This book is different than any other book I’ve ever read. It’s good, it’s interesting. and I recommend you read it and tell me what you think. I did spend some time lost, and this book might be better the second (or third) time it is read than the first..
Have a great Saturday and Sunday, see you Monday! I’m off to the walk/run.
(* I know, I know, the article says nobody can feed them on public property, so feeding my cats in my yard is legal, but it’s fun to rant and rave, ya know?)
As you recall, I lost Ashy not long ago. I still have four cats, but I suspect the two males had an altercation and the older cat, Goldie, is hiding in the vacant lot next door. He won’t come over for meals and I took food over to him this morning, but I’m not sure he ate it.
Im thinking about making Knip (the aggressor) an indoor cat and leave the outdoors free for Goldie. Maybe he’d come back over if Knip was not around.
“End Stage Kidney Failure* that’s what the vet said when she told me about the results of Ashy’s blood tests. I could hospitalize her, take her home and let her misery increase to intolerance, or she could go to sleep now. Sheba went through option A, Ditto, option B, So I chose option C for Ashy.
Unsure, i asked the vet what if this is want she would do, and she said yes.
I called the ex wife, who came and said goodbye. Then she left and we did it
I buried Ashy under the Ceiba tree in the front yard. It’s a shady, cool dry spot. Better than anywhere in the back yard. And the lattice you see is screwed into the tree roots to keep chickens and anything else from digging there. Although she’s quite deep.
In her box, she looks like she’s taking a nap, on her bed, curled up nice and cozy with a blanket over her. She looked asleep.
I am so sad. She was the greatest cat ever. I miss her.
in other news, the van started leaking power steering fluid really badly, and is in the shop. Scooter today, rain or shine.