Why a Duct?
Oct. 25th, 2020 05:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogThis is our fourth go-round in 30-plus years at adopting just-weaned kittens. Our first, Esmeralda, never gave us much trouble, but the second and third, 20 years apart, got into all kinds of it. Bozo, who we kept separated from his "sister" for the first few days, was determined to break out of his bathroom captivity, constantly sticking his paws under the door at her and climbing the shower curtain while Daddy was in the shower. Then there were his adventures climbing into and out of the box spring, and even more with rolls of toilet paper:
Years later, Zoey did all kinds of exploring, including scooching herself into the washing machine on the outside of the laundry tub, requiring much prying (and praying) to get HER out.
So naturally- and it pretty much is natural for kittens- one of the new guys took just over 24 hours to discover mortal peril in his new home. The day after we took them in, I remembered we had some open heat registers around the house. I looked around and saw they’d all been put back.
All except one.
Friday night, I’m seeing if Boz and Pepper can sleep on the same bed peacefully. Kitteh is fine, but the dog is whining and I swear I hear tinier cries. Sure enough, Eleanor’s on a rescue mission in the cellar, announcing that “Bronzini’s gone to Narnia.” It's almost 10 pm, thundering outside, and she’s prying open 65-year-old ductwork to get the little numbskull out.
We’ve sealed the portal.
Bronzini's been better behaved the past few days- as are the others. There's the occasional moment where someone will hiss at or chase one of the n00bs- and at least once, they've joined the long-established routine here where Evil Cat yowls, dog gets spooked, and Zoey reacts by attacking the dog, who then cowers for 20 minutes despite being bigger than all the cats combined.
But the kingdom's getting more peaceable. Mere moments after the two of them had settled in behind mommy-
- next I knew, Bro had taken off and Zoey was right next to the orange lil guy:
Moments ago, I woke back up from a post-voting nap (we done did it, will post separately about it later), the two of them were lying and purring next to each other and I caught Zoey in the act of grooming Boz's head.
It's getting better:)
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Around the same time, the Bills also woke back up from a nap and managed to beat the worst team in the league on a series of six field goals. I missed most of it, as I did the bizarre ending to last night's World Series game; 34 years to the just-past-midnight-eastern day when the Mets were saved by a Bill Buckner boner, a series of Dodgers booted the same ball multiple times to allow two Rays to score the tying and winning runs. (Tampa Bay Rays, that is.)
Earlier in the day, doggo and I did our usual park/trail meetup. She has her first grooming appointment in months tomorrow, so this is the last time you'll see her this furry for a while: meeting up with a new fren-
- and checking out the remaining fall colors-
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Yesterday, Eleanor and I took in the final day of an art show in Rochester where a couple of a friend's paintings were on display. The theme was "Coming Home," and this was one of Phyllis's interpretations of it:
The visit also reminded us of how COVID has changed things; in the middle of the gallery was the table that used to be used during openings for servings of wine, cheese and cookies:
We got home from that in time for Eleanor to emcee a Zoom meeting of her Buddhist group; I gave a second try to an Amazon series I'd started earlier in the week called The Boys, a biting spoof of the superhero movie genre. I'd found it a bit too gory at first, but we spent the previous two nights watching the Borat sequel (complete with the famed catfishing of Roodles the Clown Giuliani) and a bizarre Japanese horror-comedy cult classic from the 70s called House. (Included in that entry: "Obayashi [the director] recalled that his producer told him that Toho [the studio] was tired of losing money on comprehensible films and were ready to let Obayashi direct the House script, which they felt was incomprehensible.") After those two, my tolerance had gone way up, so I think I'll stick around for the rest of The Boys.
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Not sure what we're watching tonight. But the heat will be on, and the portals to the furnace all secured.
Years later, Zoey did all kinds of exploring, including scooching herself into the washing machine on the outside of the laundry tub, requiring much prying (and praying) to get HER out.
So naturally- and it pretty much is natural for kittens- one of the new guys took just over 24 hours to discover mortal peril in his new home. The day after we took them in, I remembered we had some open heat registers around the house. I looked around and saw they’d all been put back.
All except one.
Friday night, I’m seeing if Boz and Pepper can sleep on the same bed peacefully. Kitteh is fine, but the dog is whining and I swear I hear tinier cries. Sure enough, Eleanor’s on a rescue mission in the cellar, announcing that “Bronzini’s gone to Narnia.” It's almost 10 pm, thundering outside, and she’s prying open 65-year-old ductwork to get the little numbskull out.
We’ve sealed the portal.
Bronzini's been better behaved the past few days- as are the others. There's the occasional moment where someone will hiss at or chase one of the n00bs- and at least once, they've joined the long-established routine here where Evil Cat yowls, dog gets spooked, and Zoey reacts by attacking the dog, who then cowers for 20 minutes despite being bigger than all the cats combined.
But the kingdom's getting more peaceable. Mere moments after the two of them had settled in behind mommy-
- next I knew, Bro had taken off and Zoey was right next to the orange lil guy:
Moments ago, I woke back up from a post-voting nap (we done did it, will post separately about it later), the two of them were lying and purring next to each other and I caught Zoey in the act of grooming Boz's head.
It's getting better:)
----
Around the same time, the Bills also woke back up from a nap and managed to beat the worst team in the league on a series of six field goals. I missed most of it, as I did the bizarre ending to last night's World Series game; 34 years to the just-past-midnight-eastern day when the Mets were saved by a Bill Buckner boner, a series of Dodgers booted the same ball multiple times to allow two Rays to score the tying and winning runs. (Tampa Bay Rays, that is.)
Earlier in the day, doggo and I did our usual park/trail meetup. She has her first grooming appointment in months tomorrow, so this is the last time you'll see her this furry for a while: meeting up with a new fren-
- and checking out the remaining fall colors-
----
Yesterday, Eleanor and I took in the final day of an art show in Rochester where a couple of a friend's paintings were on display. The theme was "Coming Home," and this was one of Phyllis's interpretations of it:
The visit also reminded us of how COVID has changed things; in the middle of the gallery was the table that used to be used during openings for servings of wine, cheese and cookies:
We got home from that in time for Eleanor to emcee a Zoom meeting of her Buddhist group; I gave a second try to an Amazon series I'd started earlier in the week called The Boys, a biting spoof of the superhero movie genre. I'd found it a bit too gory at first, but we spent the previous two nights watching the Borat sequel (complete with the famed catfishing of Roodles the Clown Giuliani) and a bizarre Japanese horror-comedy cult classic from the 70s called House. (Included in that entry: "Obayashi [the director] recalled that his producer told him that Toho [the studio] was tired of losing money on comprehensible films and were ready to let Obayashi direct the House script, which they felt was incomprehensible.") After those two, my tolerance had gone way up, so I think I'll stick around for the rest of The Boys.
----
Not sure what we're watching tonight. But the heat will be on, and the portals to the furnace all secured.
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Date: 2020-10-26 02:31 pm (UTC)