Today Lord HELP me is the first day I am home for the day in forever. So I will get the dining table cleaned off and find that survey again. May write it tonight, if I have the energy to do all that is on my list today. It's a long one.
Mostly. I have to go through the house to find garage sale items for Shirley's garage sale this weekend. She is the food closet Manger I volunteer for and I LOVE HER TO PIECES.
She is funny as all get out, is a small Chinese person, from South Africa and has lived in a lot of different places. She knows every one of our clients by name and their history. I have been there 4 years and know only about 20 names - she knows hundreds of names.
And she is the most generous person ever, for instance Second Harvest does not supply us with bread - so Shirley shops for the bread and buys it herself. sometimes a donation from my Church or another one helps - but I know that she personally spent $1,000 of her own money last year. So, I will be checking every drawer, closet and cupboard to find her good stuff today.Carolyn:
I know you had a hard day or two here and I sure hope you get a laugh out of this story, because if it isn't good for a chuckle or two - I have no clue why I need this in my life:The Continuing Saga of the Evil Siamese Twins and Their Blood Lust for All Things Rodent. And An Aside Containing An Interloping Raccoon Kitten.
So it's like the most beautiful spring ever here- this is the reward I get for such a long wet miserable (fibro) winter. Everything is in bloom, and I think because of McDougall, I have no allergeries this year - so I am enjoying it IMMENSELEY.
Except for......the phenominal increase in rodents of all sorts, gophers, mice, moles and rats abound. Mr. Weasel my first born Siamese is beyond himself with glee, the few hours a day that he is awake he spends sharpening his claws and fangs - for the evening's hunt.
The owls have come to take up residence as well and by dark I hear about 4 to 6 of them up in the redwood trees around my house. There is ample evidence of them in the morning too, as my windshield needs cleaning daily and all the walkways around the house are littered with owl pellets - dense fur balls of rodents that once roamed the earth!
Anyway, the night I got my CPAP test kit was hysterical: Weasel did a bunch of mousing - but the girl cat has never been so inclined until just recently. There I was ready for bed, hooked up to this dreadful new contraption, knowing I needed to get the HMO hours of uninterrupted readings.
It started well, I dropped off to sleep immediately and slept about half an hour. Until Swoozie showed up and made a bunch of noise. I have to leave the cat ddoor open for them or they will rip up my drapes and do other obnoxious things to get my attention. If I leave the door open, then the food can't be out or it attracts raccoons. If the food isn't out the cats are hungry and they tend to hunt. A complete vicious cycle that I have had no way of solving YET.
Anyway there was Swoozie -- I turned on the light to have some words with her - she made a huge grin and the giant mouse in her mouth dropped to the floor and ran under my bed. I automatically was trying to find out where it was and forgot I was teethered to the CPAP - so there I was dragging the noisy machine behind me like an elephant with something carried by his trunk, as I crawled on the floor, lifting the bed duster.
There are 5 big plastic boxes of clothes in smaller sizes under there. These are my dowry to my new emerging smaller self and the mouse was running through the little lanes between the boxes like they were a mouse maze. Swoozie was jumping over the bed and chasing him back under. Then he'd go to the other side and then behind a night stand and then under the chair.
She loved it great fun and she certainly had no desire to kill this great toy. This went on for seems like an hour. All this time I was hoping that Weasel would show and deal with this. No rodent remains alive in his presence!
Finally, Weasel came along and got right to business. My HERO! And he did - instantly. He moved so fast that I was amazed that he actually caught the thing. He went immeditately to his exit door, where he will sit to be let out (on the now rare occassion he brings one to show me) and then he turned around and looked up at the fridge, more like the freezer and he wouldn't budge. I swear he was saying, I think I have had enough bloody red meat tonight, but we could maybe freeze this one for later????
Seriously, I had to pick him up and toss him out - this never happened before.
Meanwhile yesterday I got notice that the Austrailian made chip reading cat door is on its way here. This won't solve the issue of rodents entirely, but it will keep raccoons out of my house. Aalso a huge problem here. I have neighbors that had their kitchen remodelelled with a cat door maze that was supposed to be raccoon proof. It was for awhile, but the Momma raccoon has figured out how to send the kittens in all by themselves and they do just fine. I hate to think what the neighbors paid for this innovation that failed.
With the Aussie new door, I won't have to lock and unlock the door all night to let the cats in and out. I can keep their food out and maybe they won't be so inclined to augment their diets with rodents. I MAY GET A ENTIRE NIGHT OF UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP. Then I will be so happy I will die and go to Heaven and it will all be a mote point!
But it's not here yet and last night was crazy, Weasel caught three mice, he brought all of them home. He tried to convince me again that they would make nice mousicles.
Then reallly late at night Swoozie caught one as well and it came into the house again, luckily it wasn't in the kind of shape that it could run around the house. But she was otherwise occupied instead of doing her job - which she does really well usually. She wasn't guarding the cat door to keep the raccoons out.
When I woke up a famished raccoon had just discovered no food in this house, a cat with a mouse in it's mouth starring at him and me coming down the stairs.
He was a really little guy, and he didn't know the drill for this house, so he tried to find the door but got caught between the sliding door and the closed drapes, running back and forth. Eventually, he sat down and started. I guess crying, it was pretty noisy and pathetic at least.
Next thing I know a huge raccoon showed up on the deck on the other side of that door and started banging on the window. At this point Swooze decides to drop the mouse and do her job and endes up out the cat door face to face with a mean Momma. So now I got to be the meaner Momma!!!
There I am with only my flimsy night gown as amour, flinging open the slider and I have no idea what to do -- so I joined Swoozie in growling and the little raccoon guy escaped back to his completely stunned and silenced Mom.
Meanwhile, the Aussie contraption that will solve all our problems is probably coming here via the return slow boat to China. I may just find a hotel that takes pets and stay there until it arrives.
So - hopefully whatever befalls you today Carolyn ... you are getting a good night's sleep, I hope
-- see it isn't all bad