So, we've got several new additions to the cat herd over the past few months, all unneutered males of varying ages. The youngest, Martin, had his "little operation" today. All went well, he's home and sleeping off the anesthesia. But yesterday, the second youngest, Shadow, was supposed to go for his first vet visit, just for shots, to get him officially started on the road to neuterdom (our vets won't do surgery on an unvaccinated animal, except emergency surgery of course. I find this a bit stiff, but there you go). Shadow is a housecat. I named him Shadow because he sticks to me wherever I go. Except yesterday. He ate his breakfast, slipped out the door and that was the last I saw of him until evening. We looked, we called, we shook the treats container, we even opened a can of cat food on the deck, hoping the sound would be enough to get him in before the 4 p.m. appointment time. He was having none of it.
I called the vet and we agreed I'd bring Jenny instead, an older girl, who needed her shots anyways. This is not the first time this sort of thing has happened; I swear cats can read minds. They pick up on something, figure "I better make myself scarce." and that's that. Jenny, taken completely by surprise, howled the whole way out to the vets, the whole back, but was, by all reports, an absolute quiet little angel while in there with them. (Our vet is open, but you have to drop off the animal at the parking lot and then wait for the vet techs to bring them back out). They are doing a stellar job.
NOTHING done in the garden today. It is surprisingly cold today after the mild weather we've been having, and supposed to be much cooler tomorrow (high only in the mid-40sF). I've been working at my desk all day today and most of yesterday, so I think I may take tomorrow off and work in the garden instead. Just a couple of weeks ago, the borders and beds were looking so sparse and straggly; now they are full and lush and it's always such a relief...I always start to think I'm a total failure as a gardener in early April, then my ego is stroked by early May.
The air is heavy with the scents of lilac, hawthorn, and autumn olive today and all I really want to do is lie in the grass and listen to the birds.
|Thread Title||Last Reply||Replies|
|I agree by KFredenburg||May 5, 2020 2:59 PM||0|
Post a new thread about this blog entry: