Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are God. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are God.
Christopher Hitchens
The mourning rituals have begun. Although much has been added. The normal stuff has been done. The cats have been fed.
Each cat has its own special place to put food. The boy cats. Huey needs the food on the old crate I keep in their room. White butt needs a little food on the window sill. That is after I open the window and put a little food out for the big stray that calls my property home. The rest of the boy cats just need the food in front of them, so they can get some.
They get lots twice a day but they would eat a twenty-pound bag if I left one there.
The girl cats are stranger. Bebe needs her food under the cat platform at the top of the stairs, scooty doots needs it placed on the second stair from the top, and she needs to be carried there. Okie Dokie smokie needs it on the top stair, Doozits, Sophie, little blackie need it placed on the high shelf. Mukluk, scrappy Doo, black fuzz, kit kat, need it placed on the platform, in separate piles off course. They are more, but those are the highlights. Pus Pus has to be tricked to go out and feed with her sisters on the stairs. So I can open a can of wet food for the kittens, who are already picking up feeding habits. They just started eating wet food a few days ago. Each one of them needs a glop of wet food in front of them. Deakes and deeburs need what left in the can. It all has to be gone before pus pus gets back, or they won’t get any.
Pus Pus has become a tyrant and won’t allow my regular loft cats near the food or water. As soon as the little kittens are weaned she will go back out with the girl cats.
I give them water with as much as I had ready to go. They will need more in a couple of hours. Water for coffee was heated. The old filter full of yesterday’s grounds was tossed into the bag. Unfortunately, that ended up on the floor. One more thing to get done today.
Coffee was poured, while it was filtering I made the trip to the back deck to see my world. It was very wet from the severe storms, which we were warned about after they started. There would not be any working in that today. I took a few pics and went back inside. I am back at my desk having my morning cereal and coffee. While I take breaks to add words here.
So what will I do today? A few things. There are still 6 days of super hot weather coming. I need to do more work on my old living room to get it ready to sleep in. I also needed to resurrect my old desk. Although it isn’t more than a piece of birch plywood now. I would still need a place to work on my laptop. The bad thing there is no place for the loft cats to hide from the tyrant, or a place little kittens can run around safely. Just more problems that needed solving.
The good thing I could work in the loft directly to make the kitten run, as long as I didn’t mind working in 45 degree heat. So why does it get that hot? My boy cats got in through the smallest of holes in the ceiling in the fireroom. They went in there and destroyed all the insulation, and I am sure much worse. The only way to fix it. Remove the roof panels cut through the OSB from the outside. Remove every bad thing under there replace the insulation, replace the OSB, replace the roofing all without falling 20 feet to the ground.
Yea, that can wait. I survived a cold winter in the loft. I can make it through the heatwave, by going down to the old living room. The truth is the old living room (now battery room) needed cleaning anyway.
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