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And then this happened....
Oct. 21st, 2020 06:16 pmWe've been worried a bit more about Zoey recently. Her tumor seems to have grown back some in the past few weeks, Eleanor's noticed her sleeping more (some of which may be from her being home more on reduced hours now and seeing it), and even I've noticed some subtle changes in routines for eating and snuggling. About a week ago, we opened a conversation we haven't had since Zo came to us over 11 years ago: should we get a kitten to give her some feline companionship- Evil Cat doesn't count- and also give us some new company for when the day comes in weeks, months or years when we pass her over the now cashless tolling on Rainbow Bridge?
Our first online sighting- of a six-toed grey tabby named Thumbelina- was already claimed by the time we got to the adoption site over the weekend- but the volunteer, who approved us on the spot, said there would be more coming in on Tuesday of this week. Four of the youngest, in fact: three tigers and a black Sphinxy looking one, all male, all just fixed. Snap, Crackle, Pop and Krispie. Crackle was already gone by the time we arrived, and while orange boy Snap looked the most alert and playful, the other two were cuddled together and seemed like they'd be inseparable. We'd been promised that ages ago when we brought Michelle and her much sweeter brother Biggs home, but Evil Cat really didn't like him more than she likes anyone else, and we lost him to cancer not long after. She's still here. Hell, she'll probably outlive us, the dog AND the new kittens.
Yes, plural. Who, surprise surprise, are now ours. They've been renamed:
The former Krispie, the black one, is now Bronzini, as in the kind of fish- but already to me he's Bro or Brah. And Pop! goes the new name, of Boz- maybe for the singer, maybe the scribe, but also one letter off from Bozo, our first and previously only largely-orange kitty who we adored for most of two decades.
As for their brother Snap? HE got adopted while we were there, by a lovely young woman who's here for medical school. She was wearing a New York Jets hoodie, which on most days would get her grief around here but after the Bills' hideous loss (not to the Jets, thank gods,the day before, it was the best time to be rocking it:P
Inter and intra-species relations went about as expected once we got the two of them home. Evil Cat is ignoring them; Zoey started pitching a hissy at first, but has largely settled down now that she knows she's still getting love, attention and food; but the dog is smitten. Especially with Boz:
And she's not letting Bro go unnoticed, either:
I'm taking a bit more to the orange one, who seems a little shier, and we had a moment while cuddling earlier.
Then I realized: it was my mobile, vibrating in my pocket.
(Better that then Jeffrey Toobin on a Zoom call being happy to see me;)
They tear around like little banshees, but then it's snuggle time:
Our poetry Zoom is in half an hour, and they'll be in laps and getting lots of virtual love.
----
Emotional love, unlike the aforementioned previous star of the Zoom chat, Jeffrey Toobin. He can just slink off to whatever oblivion is now resided in by Anthony Weiner and Roodles the Clown Giuliani. Within moments of hearing the story of Toobs' downfall, I tried to snag the website that will no doubt immortalize it forever, but someone beat me to it (heh) by mere moments:
----
We did confirm that another sign in our neighborhood got boosted sometime last week after ours went missing the week before:
I called them the other morning to confirm that it had been stolen, not just relocated or blown away. They were the first in the neighborhood to put one up, and they largely inspired us to put up both one of our own and an American flag, in dire need of being reclaimed from the MAGA mob. Since I'd just ordered our own replacement that morning, I offered to get one for them, too. They said their daughter, who got them the previous one, had made the same offer, and that they'd decided to wait until after the election to put it back up.
They sound like lovely people. We'll take our chances with ours when it arrives later this week. Eleanor recommended putting it closer to the house and in one of the flower beds; at least one other friend here suggested coating the anchors with Vaseline and glitter. It should be here tomorrow.
On the flag end of things, this popped up a block away, and I doubt anyone would dare steal it:
I don't know about allegiance, but I'll certainly pledge a can or two of lighter fluid to the blaze.
----
Back to the weekend, just a few park pictures, from an undeveloped trail that follows a former rail line running from the nearest Tops grocery store to the nearest exit to our house off the 290.
Pepper, leading (and likely peeing) the way.
A few houses back right up to the trail, including a few on the far end of our street, and a couple have birdbaths out. That bird's made of stone, so if you have any mail for the Medusas, just leave it underneath;)
We walked them over two miles in all there and back, from the Tops to where the sound barriers begin not far from our street; I now call them the Hanging Gardens of Youngmann;)
I rarely frequent that Tops for actual purchases, but a week ago, I was in that plaza to get my hair cut for the first time in months. As I parked, I saw this little guy running around:
He was pretty skittish and wouldn't come to me, but I saw an open gate into an adjacent back yard and shooed him home to a very appreciative mommy.
Wonder what he'd think of the kittens;)
Our first online sighting- of a six-toed grey tabby named Thumbelina- was already claimed by the time we got to the adoption site over the weekend- but the volunteer, who approved us on the spot, said there would be more coming in on Tuesday of this week. Four of the youngest, in fact: three tigers and a black Sphinxy looking one, all male, all just fixed. Snap, Crackle, Pop and Krispie. Crackle was already gone by the time we arrived, and while orange boy Snap looked the most alert and playful, the other two were cuddled together and seemed like they'd be inseparable. We'd been promised that ages ago when we brought Michelle and her much sweeter brother Biggs home, but Evil Cat really didn't like him more than she likes anyone else, and we lost him to cancer not long after. She's still here. Hell, she'll probably outlive us, the dog AND the new kittens.
Yes, plural. Who, surprise surprise, are now ours. They've been renamed:
The former Krispie, the black one, is now Bronzini, as in the kind of fish- but already to me he's Bro or Brah. And Pop! goes the new name, of Boz- maybe for the singer, maybe the scribe, but also one letter off from Bozo, our first and previously only largely-orange kitty who we adored for most of two decades.
As for their brother Snap? HE got adopted while we were there, by a lovely young woman who's here for medical school. She was wearing a New York Jets hoodie, which on most days would get her grief around here but after the Bills' hideous loss (not to the Jets, thank gods,the day before, it was the best time to be rocking it:P
Inter and intra-species relations went about as expected once we got the two of them home. Evil Cat is ignoring them; Zoey started pitching a hissy at first, but has largely settled down now that she knows she's still getting love, attention and food; but the dog is smitten. Especially with Boz:
And she's not letting Bro go unnoticed, either:
I'm taking a bit more to the orange one, who seems a little shier, and we had a moment while cuddling earlier.
I was bonding with Boz snuggling in my lap, when I felt the longago but still-familiar feeling down my right leg.
“Did you pee on me, cat?”
Then I realized: it was my mobile, vibrating in my pocket.
(Better that then Jeffrey Toobin on a Zoom call being happy to see me;)
They tear around like little banshees, but then it's snuggle time:
Our poetry Zoom is in half an hour, and they'll be in laps and getting lots of virtual love.
----
Emotional love, unlike the aforementioned previous star of the Zoom chat, Jeffrey Toobin. He can just slink off to whatever oblivion is now resided in by Anthony Weiner and Roodles the Clown Giuliani. Within moments of hearing the story of Toobs' downfall, I tried to snag the website that will no doubt immortalize it forever, but someone beat me to it (heh) by mere moments:
----
We did confirm that another sign in our neighborhood got boosted sometime last week after ours went missing the week before:
I called them the other morning to confirm that it had been stolen, not just relocated or blown away. They were the first in the neighborhood to put one up, and they largely inspired us to put up both one of our own and an American flag, in dire need of being reclaimed from the MAGA mob. Since I'd just ordered our own replacement that morning, I offered to get one for them, too. They said their daughter, who got them the previous one, had made the same offer, and that they'd decided to wait until after the election to put it back up.
They sound like lovely people. We'll take our chances with ours when it arrives later this week. Eleanor recommended putting it closer to the house and in one of the flower beds; at least one other friend here suggested coating the anchors with Vaseline and glitter. It should be here tomorrow.
On the flag end of things, this popped up a block away, and I doubt anyone would dare steal it:
I don't know about allegiance, but I'll certainly pledge a can or two of lighter fluid to the blaze.
----
Back to the weekend, just a few park pictures, from an undeveloped trail that follows a former rail line running from the nearest Tops grocery store to the nearest exit to our house off the 290.
Pepper, leading (and likely peeing) the way.
A few houses back right up to the trail, including a few on the far end of our street, and a couple have birdbaths out. That bird's made of stone, so if you have any mail for the Medusas, just leave it underneath;)
We walked them over two miles in all there and back, from the Tops to where the sound barriers begin not far from our street; I now call them the Hanging Gardens of Youngmann;)
I rarely frequent that Tops for actual purchases, but a week ago, I was in that plaza to get my hair cut for the first time in months. As I parked, I saw this little guy running around:
He was pretty skittish and wouldn't come to me, but I saw an open gate into an adjacent back yard and shooed him home to a very appreciative mommy.
Wonder what he'd think of the kittens;)