I don’t know about you but when someone asks me what I’ve been up to, I really don’t know. Seriously, my life is nice and quiet and filled with routine things. Thankfully, I took some pictures this past week (I know it’s a shock to me as well, that I actually remembered to take some photos) to remind me what happened around me.
Last Saturday, Michael and Sean put up some field fencing along the west side of the property, mostly to keep the neighbors’ dogs out.
It was quite chilly out, as is evidenced by the hoods on my guys. Michael is on the left and Sean is in the two-tone hoodie. I took this photo from the warmth of the back door; no need for all of us to be cold. (hee hee)
They were out there working all afternoon. They’d gone out earlier and ended up in a conversation with our nice neighbor, who then worked on the front portion of the property line and later, across the front of his property. They got it done and came in and we had a good dinner (Enchilada Bake – unfortunately I forgot to take pictures again, so I cannot share the recipe until I make it next time).
It has helped a lot but Michael still had to run off a dog or two a day or two this week. Our neighbors have LOTS of dogs, of all sizes and breeds. They seem to be the dog house, whereas we are the cat place.
Speaking of cats, we have only had one or two cats around here for the last couple of weeks. It’s been quite odd because we had been having at least five but before the previous cold snap, we had about ten. This is not at all unusual, one of our cats will have kittens but because they are outdoor, worker cats, we usually end up with only one, or at most, two kitten from a litter of four. I don’t know if they get eaten, lost, adopted somewhere, or if there is some crazy cat lady that takes them in. Seriously.
So we were down to just Darcy, Raven, and Jitters. One day, the kitten, Jitters disappeared. I thought sure we’d see it the next day but a day went by and then another and another. Then Raven disappeared too. All we had left was Darcy.
The weather has even been nice, so I can no longer blame it on that. It’s been so nice, that I’ve resorted to opening the windows during the afternoons. One afternoon this week I heard the dogs next door barking up a storm! There was much more barking than their usual ruckus; it seemed that all hands were on deck for barking.
Shortly thereafter I heard, what sounded like, lapping. You know, the sound a big dog makes as it drinks water? Well, that should not be because it sounded like it was right under my window.
Finally I got up and looked out, thinking I was going to have to shoo away one of the big dogs and instead I saw this.
I expected to see one of the larger dogs of our neighbor but instead I see our Sasha . . . loose . . . on my porch. I called Tiffany because I she feeds her every weekday and I have very little interaction with her AND she’s big and strong . . . well, medium-sized, but strong. Evidently, she had gotten off her chain and went running around the area. All that barking I’d heard must’ve been in reaction to her presence. I guess she’d had enough and was ready to be taken back to her house.
Then the next day, several of the cats returned.
Raven is on the steps. Her coat has never been so groomed. AND she was cuddly! This is the cat that has run from us since birth. Tiffany and Sean had just gotten her to begin to come to them before she disappeared. Now she’s back and wanting to be petted. Yes, I think there is a crazy cat lady that manages to keep them for a while and then mistakenly lets them out of the house and home they come. We saw Jitters and Kit-Kat the next day too. So, we’re back up to five.
I haven’t seen Liam in two weeks and am really missing him. I know, I’m spoiled compared to some people. But I will see him Sunday because we will get together at my parents’ home to celebrate Lauren’s birthday and watch the Super Bowl.
Michael says he doesn’t even want to watch it, since it’s the Patriots and the Falcons. Then yesterday he saw that there is going to be some Trump-bashing and that made him more resolute in his feelings. But Mom makes pizza for everyone, a tradition we started before the Christmas pizza tradition, and I don’t want to miss that! Momma makes really good homemade pizza. So, we’ll go and visit, watch some football and the commercials (I hope they’re better than last year!) and come home when Michael tires of it all.
I hope you have a good weekend. Until next time, God bless,
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