I hate to take out my trash. It is a pain in the butt. I have to lug it down my steep driveway, and I have to time it just right. The trash company states, "Have trash out by 6 a.m." Who the hell are they kidding? They never come till sometime in after noon. So, I wait. The problem is two-fold. 1. Gravity 2. Critters. Yes, I typed critters. I live in a sometime ruralesque area. If the raccoons, opossums, or groundhogs knock over the cans and get into the trash I have a big mess.
A few weeks back it was a cat that made the mess. And she continued to hang around the house, making K.C. and Kafka (both fixed) very excited. I named her mischief. I put out a bowl of water. It was so hot.
Last week, we noted three kittens and Mischief hanging out on the deck and patio. They are living and lounging about my backyard. Now, I put out cat food and water. They're better than mice and snakes. And they are still hunting as I found feathers on the patio yesterday. Bella has named the kittens Basil, Cutey and Shade.
Today, there was a new cat. It looks just like the kittens, but it is bigger and trim. Mischief is fluffy. We are guessing this to be Daddy Cat. I think I have become the crazy cat lady in the neighborhood.
1 comment:
No, still not the crazy cat lady. When you bring the new family inside that's when you're heading toward Crazy Cat Lady territory.
Sa
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