What went before ONE: Wednesday. Cool, cloudy, damp. Heading for warm and humid.
Off to the chiropractor in a few, then back home for a bit before going to lunch.
Not much else to report, save that the guy who takes care of the neighbor’s lawn is out there doing his thing. I’d’ve said it was too damp for that. OTOH, I’m not driving the lawn mower.
What’re y’all doing today?
What went before TWO: The Langlais exhibit downtown was fun.
Bernard Langlais, “Lion’s Head,” 1970. Painted wood and wire
What went before THREE: So, knocking off for the day. I’ve finished proofreading the material intended for the 2025 chapbook.
Need to get up early tomorrow to take Trooper to the vet for his tests.
G’nite.
Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
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Thursday. Cloudy, damp, and warm.
Breakfast was a cup of raspberry skyr and a mug of tea. Second mug of tea to hand.
Trooper is at the vet’s. They’ll call me after they’ve administered and scored the tests.
Stopped at Hannaford on the way home. Prices continue to rise, though cherries were, relatively, cheap. Bought cherries. It was a small list, but I still scored over $100.
I got Trooper into the carrier, put them both in what I like to call “the foyer” and went out to open the car door. When I came back in, the grandkids were surrounding the box. The girls left when I stepped forward, but Rook stayed stretched out in front of the door until I picked the carrier up.
Trooper was very good and quiet on the ride across town, which is not at all like his usual car trip manners.
I’m going to finish my tea, then get the cat litter delivery in from the garage, and try to get some writing done while I wait for the vet to call, and weigh whether the better part of valor is to put the big yellow rose bush into the actual ground in the front garden.
What’s everybody else doing today?
Somebody took my deck plantings in dislike:
Today’s blog post title via Creedance Clearwater Revival, “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”
Cherries. Have you ever had a cat who wanted to eat cherries? I brought home some irresistible ones on Monday. I placed the quart ziplock next to me on my recliner while I had dinner in my lap, and then my male cat–the one I call Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde–insisted on joining me despite some discouraging words. He then proceeded to nose his way into the bag, again despite some sharp words. He managed to grab a cherry in his teeth, jump to the floor and devour the whole thing, leaving me to clean up the mess its juice left on my rug. I was still rather in shock throughout the entire exploit. I couldn’t believe a cat had any interest in a cherry, much less would totally consume one with apparent relish. Have any of your cats wanted fruit?
Arwen liked strawberries. We used to joke that she had to have them to keep her toes in color. Pinkest toes I’ve ever seen on a cat, before or since, had Arwen.
I have seen some cats with non-standard food likes.
As a child we had a Grey tom cat (Smokey) who LOVED cooked green beans. He was a large cat (not main coon sized) but large for the normal domestic, no particular breed type. If you didn’t give him what he wanted he would try to climb your leg, something that we kids tried to avoid.
When I was in college the feral barn kitten I adopted was nuts about melons like cantaloupe. The moment I brought one into my apartment she would start crying and would not stop until i gave her several pieces. She maintained her love of Cantaloupe for her entire life. However I will say she always left a mess when she ate it but her pure enjoyment was worth it.