"I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it." ~ Great Expectations (the movie, 1998)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Whiny Cats & Other Things
I may have made a big mistake yesterday, letting the cats out into the yard. They have whined and cried since I got up this morning. They were up in the craft-room windows that overlook the yard multiple times, having cat-fits when they saw a bird or a squirrel. I spent much of the morning and early afternoon working in the room making cards; their almost constant caterwauling was distracting.
Missy Sweetie Pie
I really don't have any objections to their going outside again, except that: (1) I always go out with them to keep watch and I have work to do which must be done inside; (2) there is no sunshine today (thunderstorms expected tonight and tomorrow); and (3) it's too cool for me to leave the door open to the back yard so that they can have unrestricted access to their 'safe house,' should they become frightened -- which they sometimes do, especially when my good neighbor's dog comes to the fence. Bear, a good-sized German Shepherd, doesn't much care for cats, seeing them only as objects to be chased. I hate to think what he could do with his massive jaws if he ever caught one.
I failed to mention in yesterday's post that Good Neighbor is feeding me, again. Last week, she brought some delicious tea cakes to the front door. Yesterday afternoon, while I was working in the yard, she came to the fence with a loaf of freshly baked banana-nut bread and a jar of raspberry jelly. I've eaten several slices of the banana bread, but haven't opened the jelly yet. I'm not quite sure how raspberry and banana would taste if eaten together; it might be delicious.
Lest you think I am "a taker" only, the food offerings are not all one-sided. She has a hot-tooth, like I do, and I when I make chili, an enchilada casserole, or some other spicy dish, some of it usually finds a way to her table. She can outdo me, hands down, when it comes to desserts, so except for a few Christmas cookies, I usually don't carry sweet stuff to her door. Her banana pudding is soooo good that I've offered to buy all the ingredients any time she gets the urge to make one.
Hmmmmm. The house is quiet. The cats must be exhausted from all their unfruitful activity and are sound asleep, no doubt storing up energy for pleading for liberty again in the morning. We shall see what we shall see.