Apr. 27th, 2022

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It may be a not-new black cat. We're still not sure. After marching all over Eleanor's car yesterday morning without being seen, Bronzini returned last night and this time I saw him in our garage. I had a fairly long and busy day and was ready to turn in around 9-something, when I opened the door out of the kitchen to give the garage one last look.

The little shit looked right back at me and scurried out the back door into the yard.  He'd been noshing on some of the kibble we'd left on the hood of Eleanor's car.  I waited about half an hour and took a stealthier approach the second time: I crept to the kitchen door into the garage, saw his skinny little ass on the floor finishing off the cat fud he'd knocked over, and tried to sneak out the back door from the dining room to seal him in the garage.  Unfortunately, either he heard me or just got finished and he was already gone by the time I got out there.  I tried several more peeks during the night and early hours today, and even though it was snowing and much colder than Sunday's balmy 70s, he's back at large.

Still, it confirms his routine: this is now the second time I've seen him hanging around the garage in the 9-to-10 p.m. range, and it matches a time he was spotted nearby.  Our other Catch Him If You Can effort was me going out and getting one of these:



It's a wireless camera that I picked up from Best Buy last night, and which Eleanor is today setting up in the garage and on her computer,  which will record and notify laptop and/or phone of any motion out there.  Even if we have to take turns watching, I'm determined not to let this go on indefinitely.

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The other Orange in my day came further south than I usually go.   First, an unfortunate sighting of a deranged Orange lover:

After an utterly unproductive work morning- a canceled court conference and a long-confirmed settlement breaking down before my eyes requiring a court appearance tomorrow- I left the office early and headed to the Southtowns. First stop was the SPCA, which has a spanking new facility just off the 90 near the West Seneca-Orchard Park border. I had no expectation he would be there, having traipsed around our garage mere hours before, but it did seem like a good idea to make a report.  They've been so busy with short staff, they limit the number of cats they can keep, farming many out to fosters and rescue agencies. However, they do scan every arrival for a microchip, so I made a stop there to turn in his info.

As I pulled in off Harlem Road, I was behind this lovely individual, who pulled into a handicapped spot near the adoption entrance:




And that's only half the vitriol lining the back of his car. He was certainly younger than me and was shlepping his two tweenish age kids in to pick out a new fren.  Now I have some views of my own (and a bumper sticker or two reflecting them), but somebody with THAT much anger adopting a stray?  I can't see it going well.

I made my report, but while waiting a woman came in with a couple of cat carriers. One held a simply gorgeous looking orange kitty; hard to tell from inside, but probably close to the size Bronzini is and that his departed orange (half?) brother Boz would be if he'd made it.  I feared kitty might be on a one-way trip, but it was a fosterer who was done with her assignment. So he was lost but now found, or adopted out? I hope? I may check their kittehs online to see if this one might be up for adoption, especially if Asshole Cat finally decides he really hates us.

From there, I did something I haven't done in almost a year: I went to Da Mawl.  The whole Buffalo area only has one remaining traditional enclosed mall in any resemblance of their former 80s selves, the centrally located Walden Galleria.  I was in that one just about a year ago on another Best Buy run.  The ones nearer to us are down to a couple of Penneys anchors and one former Sibleys/Kaufmanns now bearing the Macy's star, but the deadest of the Dead Malls is just over the other border of Orchard Park into Hamburg.  McKinley Mall is anchored by just a barely-hanging-on Penneys, with plenty of the smaller spaces being vacant. The current mall owner, a major developer that owns the former Macy's building and nearby parcels, and the town have been fighting over the ultimate direction of the place, and unlike the two closer to our home, there are no magic-bullet tenants or big-pocket developers lining up any brilliant ideas for saving this dinosaur.

There is, however, a branch of my gym. I joked that I went to the mall for an Orange Julius and came out in Orange Theory.



Jorian, who ran the class, just moved south from our Amherst locations and will be helping set up a new facility for them nearer to that side of town. He's a dedicated and attentive trainer who I always enjoy working with, so it was fun getting in a class with him.

From there, home for finishing a film with an accompanying meal of broccoli, carrot and cheddar soup. So the day even ended orange. We're just hoping that the color in the garage tonight will be black.

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