The Good Stuff:
- We got scaffolding set up behind the shop, the old downspout removed, and hubby is crafting the mechanism to install the new downspout. Once this is done, he anticipates water will be ushered off the roof in a more efficient manner. He also plans to seal off the area that leaks back into the shop when water overflows the downspout bucket.
- We dropped a load of rocks off at the ranch. To reach the spot hubby has been obsessively piling rocks for the last several years (why, yes, it does correspond to the place he got his four-wheel drive truck stuck in a rainstorm five years ago -- I swear, the pile of rocks will be visible from space when he's done), we had to clear two tree tops which had fallen over the road.
- I bought a cat trap and borrowed one from the vet and have been happily trapping kitties all week. Well, only three so far. One older male and female, who have both been neutered/spayed, vaccinated and released, and one younger female who is too young to spay. Since she bit the vet tech, she's quarantined with other kitties about her age at the vet's who are looking for new homes. I hope to socialize her and find her a home. That would be better than being a feral kitty. I have one more larger kitty and three more smaller kitties to catch. I'll start working that on Sunday night. After that, I'm not sure how many more -- I'd love for that to be it.
- The last two days to the contrary, NaNo is progressing nicely. I need to get about three thousand words today to get caught up to my goal word count, but I'm well ahead of where I need to be for traditional NaNo.
- I rode the bike a couple of days this week.
- After coming home from the ranch, I showered immediately, but that didn't stop me from waking up on Thursday morning with itchy eyes, ears, and neck. It wasn't getting any better, and I planned to make a trip to Temple on Monday. Thankfully, hubby needed to make one on Friday, so I got a cortisone shot, which seems to have slowed the advance. I'm still itchy, but I'm taking generic Benadryl to help with that. If I'd have waited until Monday, I would have been much more miserable.
- I'm not as far into menopause as I'd hoped, and the problems with the fibroids are making themselves known. I may need to revise my "wait and see" approach from that diagnosis. I'll discuss with the GYN in January.
- I'd like to finish NaNo this week.
- I'd like to catch the remainder of the kitties this week.
- I ordered a time released feeder for the outside cats. If it works, it should ensure they have some food available when we're out of town for a couple of weeks at a time. This one http://www.amazon.com/Automatic-Electronic-Programmable-Portion-Control/dp/B004SBSNB0/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1353176262&sr=8-4&keywords=timer+pet+feeder has fairly good reviews and seems to do what I need it to do.
- If I can find homes for the four little ones, that leaves three outside cats who will need to be cared for.
1 comment:
Other than the allergic reactions, it sounds like a productive week. Great job on NANO, and I'm so, so glad you're catching your kitties.
We've had feral cats before and you'd be amazed how socialized they could get. Our Ghost was feral and we got him when he was about 6 months old. We just let him have run of the house with plenty of food, water, etc always available - he mostly hid in the basement and all we'd see was his pale face peering up at us from the dark (so we dubbed him the ghost kitty) - but he warmed up to us after about a month and became one of the best and most beloved pets we've ever had. He's the most recent, but I had a cat named Mosi who was at least a year old when I got her, totally feral and unsocialized, and she became a real cuddle-baby sweetheart until she got creamed by a car 7 or 8 years later. So, please, if you kinda have your eye on one (or 2), give them a chance to become loved. You never know how it'll turn out but in my experience (we've had 5 or 6 feral kitties over the years) they often become friendlier and better behaved than their always-been-around-people housemates. Heck, even Peanut was originally a barn cat, not a pet, and she's like a purring rag doll (but I do have to admit she was just about 3 mo old and friendly when we picked her out of the barn-kitty collection at a friend's farm)
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