Wednesday, July 30, 2014
I set off the house alarm at the kitties' house. I do know the things that the alarm company wants to hear on such an occasion, so there was no consequence save for my embarrassment. However, there really was a "technical issue" with the alarm I know this because it is the exact term the technician used when he came out to repair it.
The only relatively evil result of the alarm repair was ladder-envy. They had the cutest little two step, heavy duty ladder. It would be perfect for reaching ceiling/other lights that are "up" and the top cabinet over the refrigerator. Only thing was, he didn't forget to take it with him when he went.
I suggested he might want to leave it and he just laughed . . .
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Today, we fed other cats besides our two. The food routine at the other cats' house has changed a bit since the last time we had the food-duty watch and I am not used to it yet. But, J has sandbox and water duty which doesn't allow for much variation.
Now the kitties have new, cute, individual little food dishes. Takes a while to clean them and then dry them before refilling with fresh vittles. While the aforementioned activity is going on, I have to watch where I step or there might an encounter with a trusting paw or tail that is slow to move out of the way. Plus there might be some ankle stropping going on at the same time.
There is also the fact that when I got out the minced turkey garnish, things got vocal. If I am not used to the new routine,
THEY certainly are . . .
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
I am probably the only person in the southern part of this state who has a prison pallor all year round. It is so humid, now, that even decently acceptable temps are accompanied by air so heavy with moisture that swimming motions seem normal when walking. It is difficult to acquire a tan while hurrying between a vehicle and a building entrance with A/C behind it
Various times, when Snax gets out, J goes out after him while I prop open a door. Snax has learned that when he does get out and comes right back when called (or shoots into the house at top speed) there will be treats.
Currently, we are out of treats so, humidity notwithstanding, I have to venture out for some.
I should send Snax . . .
Monday, July 21, 2014
Blogger did a new number and lost me in the dust trail. It took a while to figure out that my old password was defunct and that a gmail passsword would access the account.
This was unfair and if there were a picket line, I would join it. Consider this my posterboard sign on a stick.
I need to vacuum this site. But, before I vacuum I need to pick up detritus. Before I pick up stuff, I need to dust the flat surfaces and the ceiling fans or vice versa.
It really is always "sumthin."