So I’m taking care of my friend’s cat again this week. She’s on a trip to Costa Rica. Her cat’s name is Pichu. I think that’s Canadian for “I like to pee in places you don’t want me too”. Anyway he’s a 13 year old neutered male with a long black coat.
I spent my lunch hour there. I brought some pretty good leftovers for me (steak, cole slaw, and this mashed purple cauliflower concoction) and fed Pichu his 1/4 can of Friskies or whatever. He totally loves that stuff.
After we finish our lunches I turn on the TV and click around the channels. On this particular Monday the 5-day forecast out of Vermont shows humid with chance of rain on into infinity, or the rest of the week, whichever comes first.
He’s an indoor cat anyway. So the weather means very little to him. Not that he’d watch TV anyway. The only time I’ve ever seen pets watch TV is when there are other pets on the screen. Or other recognizable non-humans. The humans are boring, what with their endless prattling about blabbety blah blah. Anyway, I think he peed on the linoleum just inside the front door. I’ll have to clean that up. I save scooping out his litter box until I’m leaving to go back to work.
On other fronts, there’s bad news to report. Apparently someone decided to prune the flower stalk off of the aloe at work. I’d been hoping that the seed pods might mature, in spite of the fact that the writer of the blog my aloe garden has informed me that the aloe cannot self-pollinate, so the seeds might be sterile. So I get to work this morning, and coming in the back door as usual, there’s a tied up extra large trash bag with the bottom end of the seed stalk sticking out. It had been cut with a semi-sharp instrument.
Probably it’ll just get thrown out again. So that’s too bad. Another bad thing is that a couple of weeks ago I noticed that the Route 114 cairn (v. 3.0) has been knocked down again. Although, I suppose it’s possible that it could have fallen, since it was of rather precarious design.
Many other bad things have been happening lately too, but I don’t feel up to writing about them. Maybe you’ve already heard about them on the news. Things are bad now. Real bad.