It’s always coming down to making a choice, unpack, or blog… I know no contest. Blogging when there is a spare minute, and then unpacking for a little while to make up for it, and there still aren’t that many spare minutes in our days. We are most likely down to the last boxes, except for the studio/craft room, and that’s a mess. I say most likely, because I truly think those boxes are multiplying behind our backs. They are sneaky like that.
Boo our cat is settling in, he has a set routine now, which involves going downstairs at 5 am, and scratching the inside of a rattan basket that I set out in the hallway as a catchall. It’s caught his attention, and the sound of the cat scratching the basket at 5 am echoes through the silent house. Too lazy [tired] to get up, I just call downstairs at him, “Boo, no scratching” and it suddenly stops. Why? Because he is bounding up the stairs, and launching himself onto the bed, where he immediately comes over to my face and meows. As if to say, “hello so you Can Openers ARE alive, I was rather worried that something happened to you.” LOL, ah ha, sure you were. I’m smart, and play it fast asleep, but if Gar talks, we are in for it. Bootsie is diligent, his life’s goal is to wake us up, and have us feed him. Black and white cats are very strong minded, and determined to get their way.
He has a morning spot, which is in the bay window in the kitchen, where he can watch the Magpies swoop down from the fir branches, which reminds me to set out the feeders. I keep forgetting, can’t understand why. After 11 am you can find him in the front living room window, he sleeps on his pillow, and monitors the neighbours as they walk by with the dogs. The late afternoon he spends upstairs on our bed, and evenings are spent downstairs on the couch.
That cat has it made, except for the fact that we brought the farm dogs over for a visit the other day. The look on the poor cat’s face when they charged into his domain was unforgettable. A little astonishment, some disgust, indignation, and a touch of fear. He was still searching the premises the other day as if to say, where did you hide them?
It’s a cat’s life, and it looks like we won’t be getting a dog anytime soon, but situations change all the time, and who knows if Boo is lonely… we might need another kitty.