"I hate everything". It's supposed to be Spring, the Rhodies are trying, but it's cloudy and rainy, and ".....will be through the weekend". So much for going up the Gorge to finish up the Devil's Handiwork, the taxes. Furnace is running, and an electric heater in this office. Got the "new rates" water bill for my other house, which I pay, renting it to terrific friends ~ $201.08. They pay 40.00 for water. This means I will have to communicate with them by some format. Damn! Damn! My renters always know they can talk to me anytime, next year.
Sometimes I think the only difference between me and Howard Hughes, was that Howard had money. And every actress in Hollywood. And the Spruce Goose. (But hey, that's in Oregon now, so I got that more than he does.) (And frankly, my dear, net people are probably more interesting than actresses, he slathers.)
Cat #1 Don Diego Stumpy is out making his security rounds, and I can tell by the way he's hop-walking he's not very happy about this weather either.
He has a definite perimeter and vantage circuit; makes it at least 5x a day, and wears it down to the dirt, so it gets dirty, and he doesn't like that. He's a workin man. Must build a catwalk. Heck with it. I'll get him some boards and nails, and he can do it, long as he doesn't start before seven.
Uh-oh! Stumpy let a Siamese into the yard! Where is that boy? The Siamese is walking down his path! OH wow - there's the Stumpster and they're just meeting! Live drama!! Stumpy's backin him up! Yipee!! Right back down that way, thru the bamboo perimeter. No violence, just force. That's my boy. He's perched, right at the line. I want to bang on the window and thumbs-up him, but that could get him de-postured and into trouble. They don't like it when you scramble them. Very bad form. Serious business. He's hunkered down now, like a loaf of bread, so it's probably ok.
This is the most "Proof I've Nothing To Do" post I think I've ever put up.
Someone is going to say, "Just your usual." I know it.
Oh, crap! Now there's a black and white coming this other way. STUMPY! STUMPY! LOOKOUT! I can't.....see what's happening, they're behind Anna Rose Whitney..... Nothing yet. I don't know, maybe they're talking chicks.
But you can see why he is so vigilant and serious. He works hard.
Didn't get it from me.
Oooop, here he comes. Must have been another success. Not even ruffled. He's done now, he's coming up to the window. He'll look in, and then go open the back door for himself; my cue to come close it.
Well. Time for a nap. |
