Sunday, May 18, 2008
As I sat in my living room yesterday evening, working on the meme post (see below), this is what I was seeing through the glass of my sliding door. My camera happened to be right by my side, so I picked it up and got a few quick shots before this little scene ended. I've mentioned before that George loves this cat. They're best friends. This is SC, otherwise known in these parts as Stray Cat. I see SC everywhere: hunting down at the pond, in the woods taking a stroll, climbing trees, or by the mudroom door where I feed the two stray cats that hang around. But I have still not been able to get close enough to see if she's a he or he's a she, because the only person she (he) allows to get this close is the black & white. That's what my husband calls George sometimes. "Look at what the black & white did today", he'll occasionally say when I get home from work. It's usually nothing, like a toy that's been chewed to death. But sometimes, he takes something from the coffee table outside, like a magazine. And he has a little chew on the edges. Occasionally he takes one of my shoes, the Dansko ones I've had for years. So he's not an angel. And when I leave for work in the morning, the last thing I do is check the living room to make sure nothing is available for George, and I always leave my Dansko's there, because they're, well they're old and I don't care. I've just come in from feeding the strays and SC let me get close enough to pull a tick off her (his) ear. But she wasn't lettting me get any closer. Next weekend, my friend Kathy is coming out, and maybe she can get close enough. She's employed at an animal hospital and she's really good with dogs and cats. Tracey may come, too. And we're trying to get Lynn to as well, but she's always so busy. When I mentioned that I wanted to have a campfire and maybe even set up the tents in the backyard, these three said it sounded like fun. You see, I had originally planned on having Karen and her daughter, Adrienne, but they can't make it next weekend. My husband thinks we're crazy for setting up tents in the backyard, but I'm ok with that. He's always telling me I'm crazy. Perhaps it's a good thing he doesn't read this blog . . .